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BOOKS  BY 
HOWARD   PYLE 

THE  RUBY  OF  KISHMOOR.     Illustrated 
THE  ROSE  OF  PARADISE.     Illustrated 
REJECTED  OF  MEN 
THE  WONDER  CLOCK.     Illustrated 
MEN  OF  IRON.     Illustrated 
PEPPER  AND  SALT.     Illustrated 
STOLEN  TREASURE.     Illustrated 
A  MODERN  ALLADIN.     Illustrated 
TWILIGHT  LAND.     Illustrated 
ADVENTURES  OF  PIRATES 

HARPER  &  BROTHERS,  PUBLISHERS,  N.  Y. 


Copyright,  1885,  by  HARPER  &  BROTHERS 
Copyright,  1913,  by  ANNE  POOLE  PYLE 
Printed  in  the  United  States  of  America 


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ERE,  my  little  man,  you  may  hold  my  cap  and  bells, 
-and  you,  over  there,  may  hold  the  bauble  !  Now, 
then,  I  am  ready  to  talk  as  a  wise  man  should,  and  am  a  giddy-pated  jester  no  longer ! 

This  is  what  I  have  to  say : 

One  must  have  a  little  pinch  of  seasoning  in  this  dull,  heavy  life  of  ours  ;  one  should 
never  look  to  have  all  the  troubles,  the  labors,  and  the  cares,  with  never  a  whit  of 
innocent  jollity  and  mirth.  Yes ;  one  must  smile  now  and  then,  if  for  nothing  else 
than  to  lift  the  corners  of  the  lips  in  laughter  that  are  only  too  often  dragged  down 
in  sorrow. 

It  is  for  this  that  I  sit  here  now,  telling  you  all  manner  of  odd  quips  and  jests  until 
yon  sober,  wise  man  shakes  his  head  and  goes  his  way,  thinking  that  I  am  even  more 
of  a  shallow -witted  knave  than  I  really  am.  But,  prut!  Who  cares  for  that?  I  am 
sure  that  I  do  not  if  you  do  not. 

Yet  listen  !  One  must  not  look  to  have  nothing  but  pepper  and  salt  in  this  life  of 
ours — no,  indeed  !  At  that  rate  we  would  be  worse  off  than  we  are  now.  I  only  mean 
that  it  is  a  good  and  pleasant  thing  to  have  something  to  lend  the  more  solid  part  a 
little  savor  now  and  then ! 

So,  here  I'll  sit ;  and,  perhaps,  when  you  have  been  good  children,  and  have  learned 
your  lessons  or  done  your  work,  your  mother  will  let  you  come  and  play  a  little  while 
with  me.  I  will  always  be  ready  and  waiting  for  you  here,  and  I  will  warrant  your 


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PREFACE. 


mother  that  I  will  do  you  no  harm  with  anything  that  I  may  tell  you.  If  I  can  only 
make  you  laugh  and  be  merry  for  a  little  while,  then  my  work  will  be  well  done,  and  I 
will  be  glad  in  the  doing  of  it. 

And  now  give  me  my  cap  and  bells  again,  for  my  wits  are  growing  cold  without 
them ;  and  you  will  be  pleased  to  reach  me  my  bauble  once  more,  for  I  love  to  have 
him  by  me. 

Will  you  be  seated  ?  And  you,  over  there,  seat  the  baby  on  the  grass  !  Are  you 
ready?  Very  well;  then  I  will  tell  you  a  story,  and  it  shall  be  about  "The  Skillful 
Huntsman." 


Table -of -Contents- 


H»P. 


THE   SKILLFUL    HUNTSMAN     . 

Two  OPINIONS 

YE  SONG  OF  YE   FOOLISH   OLD  WOMAN 
A  NEWSPAPER   PUFF         .         .         . 

CLAUS   AND    HIS   WONDERFUL   STAFF 

THREE   FORTUNES 

VENTURESOME   BOLDNESS 

SUPERFICIAL  CULTURE 


PAGE 

I 

9 
ii 

13 

15 

25 
27 
29 


HOW    DAME    MARGERY    TWIST    SAW    MORE    THAN    WAS    GOOD 

FOR    HER     .        .        . 31 

YE  SONG  OF  YE  GOSSIPS 41 

A  VICTIM  TO  SCIENCE 43 

PLAY  AND  EARNEST 45 


CLEVER  PETER  AND  THE  TWO  BOTTLES 

THE  ACCIDENT  OF  BIRTH 

YE  ROMANTIC  ADVENTURES  OF  THREE  TAILORS    . 

FANCY  AND  FACT    

HANS    HECKLEMANN'S    LUCK  .      Y      .        . 

YE  Two  WISHES     . 

A  VERSE  WITH  A  MORAL,  BUT  NO  NAME       .        ,, 

YE  SONG  OF  YE  RAJAH  AND  YE  FLY  .        . 

FARMER   GRIGGS'S    BOGGART  .        .        .      ;>• 

PRIDE  IN   DISTRESS  ...... 

PROFESSION  AND   PRACTICE  _.. 

A  TALE  OF  A  TUB  


47 

57 
59 
61 

63 

7i 

73 

75 

77 

85 
87 
89 


TABLE    OF   CONTENTS. 


THE    BIRD    IN    THE    LINDEN    TREE 

YE  STORY  OF  A   BLUE  CHINA   PLATE  . 
MORAL  BLINDNESS          .         .        . 
OVERCONFIDENCE 


PAGE 

91 

IOI 

103 
105 


THE   APPLE   OF   CONTENTMENT  .        .        .        .        .        .       *     -. 

THE   FORCE  OF   NEED    .         .        ...        «  '       .,..',.       .        .        .        . 

A   DISAPPOINTMENT        .        .        .        ...--.        .        .        .        .        * 

YE   SAD  STORY  CONCERNING  ONE  INNOCENT  LITTLE  LAMB  AND  FOUR  WICKED 

WOLVES  .  .  121 


107 
117 
119 


PAGE 

THIS  is  THE  WAY  THAT  ONE  IN  CAP  AND  MOTLEY  STOPS  FOR  A  WHILE  ALONG  THE  ) 

>  Frontispiece 
STONY  PATH  OF  LIFE  TO  MAKE  YOU  LAUGH ) 

JACOB'S  MOTHER  AND  THE  HERR  MAYOR 2 

JACOB  AND  THE  RED  ONE 3 

JACOB  SHOOTS  AT  THE  MAGPIE       .        .        .               4 

JACOB  AND  THE  MAGIC  PLOUGH 5 

JACOB  AND  THE  RED  ONE  GO  HUNTING  TOGETHER 6 

JACOB  AND  GRETCHEN  GET  THE  BEST  OF  THE  RED  ONE  AND  GO  HOME  TOGETHER  HAPPILY  7 

Two  OPINIONS 9 

YE  SONG  OF  YE  FOOLISH  OLD  WOMAN 1 1 

A  NEWSPAPER  PUFF 13 

CLAUS  AND  THE  MASTER  OF  BLACK  ARTS 16 

CLAUS  AND  THE  WHITE  SNAKE 17 

THE  MASTER  is  ANGRY 18 

CLAUS  LISTENS  TO  THE  TALK  OF  THE  TWO  RAVENS .        .        -19 

CLAUS  AND  THE  MANIKIN        .        .     _• 20 

HANS  DISCOVERS  CLAUS'S  LUCK 21 

How  HANS  WAS  CAUGHT         , 22 

THREE  FORTUNES      .".'..        .        . 25 

VENTURESOME  BOLDNESS .27 

SUPERFICIAL  CULTURE      .        .       .       .        .       .' 29 

DAME  TWIST  DRINKETH  TEA  .        .               .       .       .        ..-..• 32 

THE  LITTLE  MAN  AND  THE  GREAT  HORSE  .        .       .        .       *       .       .       ...       .33 

DAME  TWIST  VISITS  A  STRANGE  PATIENT       .        .     •  .  ,     .       .       .       .  •     .       .       .        .  34 

DAME  TWIST  DRIVES  AWAY  THE  LITTLE  FOLKS   .        .       »       .       .       ....'..  35 

DAME  MARGERY  Twr^r  GOETH  TO  SEE  THE  MERRY  DOINGS  AT  THE  FAIR      .       .       .       .  36 

DAME  TWIST  SEES  THE  LITTLE  MAN  IN  GREEN  FOR  THE  LAST  TIME      .       .       .      V      .  37 

YE  SONG  OF  YE  GOSSIPS  .        . ..      .  41 


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PAGE 

A  VICTIM  TO  SCIENCE 43 

PLAY  AND  EARNEST  .        .      -,  •'•„  .       .  f .        .45 

CLEVER  PETER  AND  THE  LITTLE  GENTLEMAN  IN  BLACK .       .        .49 

CLEVER  PETER  RIDES  TO  THE  KING'S  PALACE  UPON  HIS  FINE  HORSE      '.       .       .        .       .50 
PETER  EATS  WITH  THE  KING  AND  PRINCESS         .       x.        .       .        .       •        •/  •        •    51 

CLEVER  PETER  AND  THE  UNLUCKY  BOTTLE  ."..'.."•.       ...  v *•*    .       .53 

CLEVER  PETER  OPENS  THE  UNLUCKY  BOTTLE  FOR  THE  KING  AND  PRINCESS  .       .       .       -54 

THE  ACCIDENT  OF  BIRTH ....       .       .57 

YE  ROMANTIC  ADVENTURES  OF  THREE  TAILORS  .       .       .  .       .      >,..'.       .       .59 

FANCY  AND  FACT .       .        .        .        .        .61 

HANS  HECKLEMANN *       .       .       .64 

CATHERINE 64 

HANS  HECKLEMANN  GOES  TO  THE  COTTAGE  OF  THE  OLD  WISE  WOMAN  IN  SEARCH  OF  HIS 

LUCK ;-..:.       .       .       .65 

HANS  HECKLEMANN  AND  THE  OLD  WISE  WOMAN       .       .       .       ...       .       .       .66 

HANS  FINDS  HIS  LUCK .       .67 

HANS  HECKLEMANN  PLOUGHS  FOR  GOLD ^       .       .    6S 

YE  Two  WISHES '  .     '  .       .       .       .        .        .71 

A  VERSE  WITH  A  MORAL,  BUT  NO  NAME      .......*....    73 

/• 

YE  SONG  OF  YE  RAJAH  AND  YE  FLY     .        .        .       ,       .       ..,'"...       .        .75 

FARMER  GEORGIE  GRIGGS        .       .       .       »       .  .       .  ;       .       ,       .       .78 

DAME  M ALLY,  GRIGGS       .  \       ,~"     .     -  .       .       .       .       .       .       .       .       .       .    79 

FARMER  GRIGGS  AND  THE  BOGGART       .       .       ...",.       .       .       .       .       .80 

THE  DEPARTURE       .      V      ...       .    ,  .       •       .       .       .^      .       .       .       .       .       .    81 

FARMER  GRIGGS  AND  THE  WISE  MAN    .       .       .       .      ,..  -     '.       .       .        .        .        .        .82 

THE  BOGGART  REJOICES  .       ..      .       .        ,       ...»       .' 83 

PRIDE  IN  DISTRESS   .'       .       .     • .     '.       .  . 85 

PROFESSION  AND  PRACTICE    \  .  .       .       . .'      .87 

A  TALE  OF  A  TUB    .       .       ..       .       .       .       ^       .       ,       .        .       ....        .89 

YE  KING     .       .       .-..,.       . .        .92 

PRINCE  JOHN     .  .       .       .       .       .  .       .       .     . 92 

THE  PRINCE  AIDS  THE  OLD  WOMAN      .       .       ....       .       .       .        .        .     -.       .    93 

THE  GREAT  UGLY  TROLL  FINDS  THE  PRINCE  BY  THE  FIRE       ..        .- 94 

THE  GOOSE-HERD  AND  HER  DAUGHTER  MEET  THE  PRINCESS  AT  THE  ROADSIDE     .       .        .95 
THE  PRINCE  LOOKS  THROUGH  THE  MAGIC  KEY    .        .       .       .     '  .       .       .       .       *  "-     .    96 

THE  OLD  KING  REJOICES  AT  HIS  NEW  DAUGHTER-IN-LAW  .       ...       .       .       .        .    97 

YE  STORY  OF  A  BLUE  CHINA  PLATE      .        .        .        .       .       ,       .  ,    .       .      r.  "    .        .  101 

MORAL  BLINDNESS > -  „"  " '- .  '\^       .        .  103 


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PAGE 

OVERCONFIDENCE     .       .       .       .     ".      V      .       . •  •  '  4.      .       .       .       .       .       .       .105 

THE  LITTLE  MAN  ASKS  FOR  HIS  CAP  .       .       .       .  ~ 108 

CHRISTINE  AND  THE  APPLE    .       ...       .  109 

CHRISTINE'S  MOTHER  AND  SISTERS  WISH  FOR  THE  APPLE ,    no 

THE  KING  REACHES  FOR  THE  APPLE    . m 

THE  KING  TALKS  WITH  THE  WISE  MAN 112 

THE  KING'S  STEWARD  AND  CHRISTINE .113 

CHRISTINE  GIVES  THE  APPLE  TO  THE  KING 114 

THE  FORCE  OF  NEED .        .117 

A  DISAPPOINTMENT 119 

YE  SAD  STORY  CONCERNING  ONE  INNOCENT  LITTLE  LAMB  AND  FOUR  WICKED  WOLVES         121 


Showing  how  a  man  may  gain 
ye  best  ofye  Bargain  with 
yeRedOnebyye 
help  of  his 
wife 


NCE   UPON   A  TIME  there  was  a  lad  named  Jacob  Boehm,  who  was  a 
practical  huntsman. 

One  day  Jacob  said  to  his  mother,  "  Mother,  I  would  like  to  marry  Gret- 
chen — the  nice,  pretty  little  daughter  of  the  Herr  Mayor." 

Jacob's  mother  thought  that  he  was  crazy.  "  Marry  the  daughter  of  the  Herr  Mayor, 
indeed!  You  want  to  marry  the  daughter  of  the  Herr  Mayor?  Listen;  many  a  man 
wants  and  wants,  and  nothing  comes  of  it!" 

That  was  what  Jacob  Boehm's  mother  said  to  him. 

But  Jacob  was  deaf  in  that  ear;  nothing  would  do  but  his  mother  must  go  to  the  Herr 
Mayor,  and  ask  for  leave  for  him  to  marry  Gretchen.  And  Jacob  begged  and  begged  so 
prettily  that  at  last  his  mother  promised  to  go  and  do  as  he  wished.  So  off  she  went, 
though  doubt  was  heavy  in  her  shoes,  for  she  did  not  know  how  the  Herr  Mayor  would 
take  it. 

"  So  Jacob  wants  to  marry  Gretchen,  does  he  ?"  said  the  Herr  Mayor. 

Yes ;  that  was  what  Jacob  wanted. 

"  And  is  he  a  practical  huntsman  ?"  said  the  Herr  Mayor. 

Oh  yes,  he  was  that. 

"  So  good,"  said  the  Herr  Mayor.  "  Then  tell  Jacob  that  when  he  is  such  a  clever 
huntsman  as  to  be  able  to  shoot  the  whiskers  off  from  a  running  hare  without  touching 
the  skin,  then  he  can  have  Gretchen." 

Then  Jacob's  mother  went  back  home  again.  "  Now,"  said  she,  "Jacob  will,  at  least,  be 
satisfied." 

"  Yes,"  said  Jacob,  when  she  had  told  him  all  that  the  Herr  Mayor  had  said  to  her, "  that 
is  a  hard  thing  to  do;  but  what  one  man  has  done,  another  man  can."  So  he  shouldered 
his  gun,  and  started  away  into  the  world  to  learn  to  be  as  clever  a  huntsman  as  the  Herr 
Mayor  had  said. 

He  plodded  on  and  on  uptil  at  last  he  fell  in  with  a  tall  stranger  dressed  all  in  red. 

"Where  are  you  going,  Jacob?"  said  the  tall  stranger,  calling  him  by  his  name,  just  as  if 
he  had  eaten  pottage  out  of  the  same  dish  with  him. 


PEPPER   AND    SALT. 


"  I  am.  .going/'  said-  -Jacob,  "  to  learn  to  be  so  clever  a  huntsman  that  I  can  shoot  the 
whisk:eYs;  6ft1 'from*  a ''running  hare  without  touching  the  skin." 

"  That  is  a  hard  thing  to  learn,"  said  the  tall  stranger. 

Yes;  Jacob  knew  that  it  was  a  hard  thing;  but  what  one  man  had  done  another  man 
could  do. 

"  What  will  you  give  me  if  I  teach  you  to  be  as  clever  a  huntsman  as  that  ?"  said  the 
tall  stranger. 

"  What  will  you  take  to  teach  me  ?"  said  Jacob ;  for  he  saw  that  the  stranger  had  a 
horse's  hoof  instead  of  a  foot,  and  he  did  not  like  his  looks,  I  can  tell  you. 

"  Oh,  it  is  nothing  much  that  I  want,"  said  the  tall  man ;  "  only  just  sign  your  name  to 
this  paper — that  is  all." 


But  what  was  in  the  paper?  Yes;  Jacob  had  to  know  what  was  in  the  paper  before 
he  would  set  so  much  as  a  finger  to  it. 

Oh,  there  was  nothing  in  the  paper,  only  this :  that  when  the  red  one  should  come  for 
Jacob  at  the  end  of  ten  years'  time,  Jacob  should  promise  to  go  along  with  him  whitherso- 
ever he  should  take  him. 

At  this  Jacob  hemmed  and  hawed  and  scratched  his  head,  for  he  did  not  know  about 
that.  "All  the  same,"  said  he,  "  I  will  sign  the  paper,  but  on  one  condition." 

At  this  the  red  one  screwed  up  his  face  as  though  he  had  sour  beer  in  his  mouth,  for  he 
did  not  like  the  sound  of  the  word  "  condition."  "  Well,"  said  he,  "  what  is  the  condition  ?" 

"  It  is  only  this,"  said  Jacob :  "  that  you  shall  be  my  servant  for  the  ten  years,  and  if,  in 


THE    SKILLFUL    HUNTSMAN.  3 

all  that  time,  I  should  chance  to  ask  you  a  question  that  you  cannot  answer,  then  I  am  to 
be  my  own  man  again." 

Oh,  if  that  was  all,  the  red  man  was  quite  willing  for  that. 

Then  he  took  Jacob's  gun,  and  blew  down  into  the  barrel  of  it.  "  Now,"  said  he,  "  you 
are  as  skillful  a  huntsman  as  you  asked  to  be." 

"  That  I  must  try,"  said  Jacob.  So  Jacob  and  the  red  one  went  around  hunting  here 
and  hunting  there  until  they  scared  up  a  hare.  "  Shoot !"  said  the  red  one ;  and  Jacob 
shot.  Clip !  off  flew  the  whiskers  of  the  hare  as  neatly  as  one  could  cut  them  off  with  the 
barber's  shears. 

"  Yes,  good !"  said  Jacob,  "  now  I  am  a  skillful  huntsman." 

Then  the  stranger  in  red  gave  Jacob  a  little  bone  whistle,  and  told  him  to  blow  in  it 
whenever  he  should  want  him.  After  that  Jacob  signed  the  paper,  and  the  stranger  went 
one  way  and  he  went  home  again. 


Well,  Jacob  brushed  the  straws  off  from  his  coat,  and  put  a  fine  shine  on  his  boots,  and 
then  he  set  off  to  the  Herr  Mayor's  house. 

"  How  do  you  find  yourself,  Jacob  ?"  said  the  Herr  Mayor. 

"  So  good,"  said  Jacob. 

"And  are  you  a  skillful  huntsman  now?"  said  the  Herr  Mayor. 

Oh  yes,  Jacob  was  a  skillful  huntsman  now. 

Yes,  good !  But  the  Herr  Mayor  must  have  proof  of  that.  Now,  could  Jacob  shoot  a 
feather  out  of  the  tail  of  the  magpie  flying  over  the  trees  yonder? 

Oh  yes!  nothing  easier  than  that.  So  Jacob  raised  the  gun  to  his  cheek.  Bang!  went 
2 


PEPPER   AND    SALT. 


the  gun,  and  down  fell  a  feather  from  the  tail  of  the  magpie.     At  this  the  Herr  Mayor  stared 
and  stared,  for  he  had  never  seen  such  shooting. 
"  And  now  may  I  marry  Gretchen  ?"  said  Jacob. 

At  this  the  Herr  Mayor  scratched  his  head,  and  hemmed  and  hawed.  No ;  Jacob  could 
not  marry  Gretchen  yet,  for  he  had  always  said  and  sworn  that  the  man  who  should  marry 
Gretchen  should  bring  with  him  a  plough  that  could  go  of  itself,  and  plough  three  furrows 
at  once.  If  Jacob  would  show  him  such  a  plough  as  that,  then  he  might  marry  Gretchen 
and  welcome.  That  was  what  the  Herr  Mayor  said. 

Jacob  did  not  know  how  about  that ;  perhaps  he  could  get  such  a  plough,  perhaps  he 
could  not.     If  such  a  plough  was  to  be  had,  though,  he  would  have  it.     So  off  he  went 
home  again,  and  the  Herr  Mayor  thought  that  he  was  rid  of  him 
now  for  sure  and  certain. 

But  when  Jacob  had  come  home,  he  went  back  of  the 
wood -pile  and  blew  a  turn   or  two  on  the  little  bone  whistle 

that   the    red    stranger  had   given   him. 
No   sooner  had  he   done    this 
than  the  other  stood  before 
him  as  suddenly  as  though 
he  had  just  stepped  out  'of 
the  door  of  nowheres. 

"  What     do     you     want, 
Jacob  ?"  said  he. 

"  I    would    like,"    said 
Jacob,  "  to  have  a  plough  that  ' 
can    go    by    itself    and    plough 
three  furrows  at  once." 

"  That  you  shall  have,"  said 
the  red  one.      Then  he  thrust 
his  hand  into  his  breeches  pock- 
et, and   drew    forth    the    prettiest 
little    plough    that    you    ever     saw. 

He  stood  it  on  the  ground  before  Jacob,  and  it  grew  large  as  you  see  it  in  the  picture. 
"  Plough  away,"  said  he,  and  then  he  went  back  again  whither  he  had  come. 

So  Jacob  laid  his  hands  to  the  plough  and — whisk ! — away  it  went  like  John  Storm- 
wetter's  colt,  with  Jacob  behind  it.  Out  of  the  farm -yard  they  went,  and  down  the  road, 
and  so  to  the  Herr  Mayor's  house,  and  behind  them  lay  three  fine  brown  furrows, 
smoking  in  the  sun. 

When  the  Herr  Mayor  saw  them  coming  he  opened  his  eyes,  you  may  be  sure,  for 
he  had  never  seen  such  a  plough  as  that  in  all  of  his  life  before. 

"And  now,"  said  Jacob,  "I  should  like  to  marry  Gretchen,  if  you  please." 
At  this  the  Herr  Mayor  hemmed  and  hawed  and  scratched  his  head  again.     No ;  Jacob 
could  not  marry  Gretchen  yet,  for  the  Herr  Mayor  had  always  said  and  sworn  that  the  man 
who  married  Gretchen  should  bring  with  him  a  purse  that  always  had  two  pennies  in  it  and 
could  never  be  emptied,  no  matter  how  much  was  taken  out  of  it. 

Jacob  did  not  know  how  about  that;  perhaps  he  could  get  it  and  perhaps  he  could  not 
If  such  a  thing  was  to  be  had,  though,  he  would  have  it,  as  sure  as  the  Mecklenburg  folks 


Jacob  -  shoots  •  at  - 


THE    SKILLFUL    HUNTSMAN.  5 

brew  sour  beer.  So  off  he  went  home  again,  and  the  Herr  Mayor  thought  that  now  he  was 
rid  of  him  for  certain. 

But  Jacob  went  back  of  the  wood-pile  and  blew  on  his  bone  whistle  again,  and  once 
more  the  red  one  came  at  his  bidding. 

"What  will  you  have  now?"  said  he  to  Jacob. 

"  I  should  like,"  said  Jacob, "  to  have  a  purse  which  shall  always  have  two  pennies  in  it, 
no  matter  how  much  I  take  out  of  it." 

"  That  you  shall  have,"  said  the  red  one;  whereupon  he  thrust  his  hand  into  his  pocket, 
and  fetched  out  a  beautiful  silken  purse  with  two  pennies  in  it.  He  gave  the  purse  to 
Jacob,  and  then  he  went  away  again  as  quickly  as  he  had  come. 

After  he  had  gone,  Jacob  began  taking  pennies  out  of  his  purse  and  pennies  out  of  his 
purse,  until  he  had  more  than  a  hatful  —  hui !  I  would  like  to  have  such  a  purse  as  that. 

Then  he  marched  off  to  the  Herr  Mayor's  house  with  his  chin  up,  for  he  might  hold  his 
head  as  high  as  any,  now  that  he  had  such  a  purse  as  that  in  his  pocket.  As  for  the  Herr 
Mayor,  he  thought  that  it  was  a  nice,  pretty  little  purse ;  but  could  it  do  this  and  that  as 
he  had  said  ? 

Jacob  would  show  him  that;  so  he  began  taking  pennies  and  pennies  out  of  it,  until 
he  had  filled  all  the  pots  and  pans  in  the  house  with  them.  And  now  might  he  marry 
Gretchen  ? 

Yes ;  that  he  might !  So  said  the  Herr  Mayor ;  for  who  would  not  like  to  have  a  lad 
for  a  son-in-law  who  always  had  two  pennies  more  in  his  purse  than  he  could  spend. 


Jacob- and -thC'/Aagic 


So  Jacob  married  his  Gretchen,  and,  between  his  plough  and  his  purse,  he  was  busy 
enough,  I  can  tell  you. 

So  the  days  went  on  and  on  and  on  until  the  ten  years  had  gone  by  and  the  time  had 
come  for  the  red  one  to  fetch  Jacob  away  with  him.  As  for  Jacob,  he  was  in  a  sorry  state 
of  dumps,  as  you  may  well  believe. 

At  last  Gretchen  spoke  to  him.  "  See,  Jacob,"  said  she,  "  what  makes  you  so  down  in 
the  mouth?" 

"  Oh  !   nothing  at  all,"  said  Jacob, 

But  this  did  not  satisfy  Gretchen,  for  she  could  see  that  there  was  more  to  be  told  than 
Jacob  had  spoken.  So  she  teased  and  teased,  until  at  last  Jacob  told  her  all,  and  that  the 
red  one  was  to  come  the  next  day  and  take  him  off  as  his  servant,  unless  he  could  ask  him 
a  question  which  he  could  not  answer. 


6  PEPPER   AND    SALT. 

"  Prut !"  said  Gretchen,  "  and  is  that  all  ?  Then  there  is  no  stuffing  to  that  sausage,  for 
I  can  help  you  out  of  your  trouble  easily  enough."  Then  she  told  Jacob  that  when  the 
next  day  should  come  he  should  do  thus  and  so,  and  she  would  do  this  and  that,  and 
between  them  they  might  cheat  the  red  one  after  all. 

So,  when  the  next  day  came,  Gretchen  went  into  the  pantry  and  smeared  herself  all 
over  with  honey.  Then  she  ripped  open  a  bed  and  rolled  herself  in  the  feathers. 

By-and-by  came  the  red  one.     Rap !  tap !  tap !  he  knocked  at  the  door. 

"  Are  you  ready  to  go  with  me  now,  Jacob  ?"  said  he. 

Yes;  Jacob  was  quite  ready  to  go,  only  he  would  like  to  have  one  favor  granted  him 
first. 

"  What  is  it  that  you  want  ?"  said  the  red  one. 

"Only  this,"  said  Jacob:  "I  would  like  to  shoot  one  more  shot  out  of  my  old  gun 
before  I  go  with  you." 

Oh !  if  that  was  all,  he  might  do  that  and  welcome.  So  Jacob  took  down  his  gun,  and 
he  and  the  red  one  went  out  together,  walking  side  by  side,  for  all  the  world  as  though 
they  were  born  brothers. 


By-and-by  they  saw  a  wren.     "  Shoot  at  that,"  said  the  red  one. 

"  Oh  no,"  said  Jacob,  "  that  is  too  small." 

So  they  went  on  a  little  farther. 

By-and-by  they  saw  a  raven.     "  Shoot  at  that,  then,"  said  the  red  one. 

"Oh  no,"  said  Jacob,  "that  is  too  black." 

So  they  went  on  a  little  farther. 

By-and-by  they  came  to  a  ploughed  field,  and  there  was  something  skipping  over  the 
furrows  that  looked  for  all  the  world  like  a  great  bird.  That  was  Gretchen ;  for  the  feath- 
ers stuck  to  the  honey  and  all  over  her,  so  that  she  looked  just  like  a  great  bird. 


THE    SKILLFUL    HUNTSMAN.  7 

"  Shoot  at  that !  shoot  at  that !"  said  the  red  one,  clapping  his  hands  together. 

"  Oh  yes,"  said  Jacob,  "  I  will  shoot  at  that."  So  he  raised  his  gun  and  took  aim.  Then 
he  lowered  his  gun  again.  "  But  what  is  it  ?"  said  he. 

At  this  the  red  one  screwed  up  his  eyes,  and  looked  and  looked,  but  for  the  life  of  him 
he  could  not  tell  what  it  was. 

"  No  matter  what  it  is,"  said  he,  "  only  shoot  and  be  done  with  it,  for  I  must  be  going." 

"  Yes,  good !     But  what  is  it  ?"  said  Jacob. 

Then  the  red  one  looked  and  looked  again,  but  he  could  tell  no  better  this  time  than 
he  could  before.  "  It  may  be  this  and  it  may  be  that,"  said  he.  "  Only  shoot  and  be  done 
with  it,  for  they  are  waiting  for  me  at  home." 

"  Yes,  my  friend,"  said  Jacob,  "  that  is  all  very  good ;  only  tell  me  what  it  is  and  I  will 
shoot." 

"  Thunder  and  lightning !"  bawled  the  red  one,  "  /  do  not  know  what  it  is  /" 

"  Then  be  off  with  you !"  said  Jacob,  "  for,  since  you  cannot  answer  my  question,  all  is 
over  between  us  two." 

At  this  the  red  one  had  to  leave  Jacob,  so  he  fled  away  over  hill  and  dale,  bellowing 
like  a  bull. 

As  for  Jacob  and  Gretchen,  they  went  back  home  together,  very  well  pleased  with  each 
other  and  themselves. 


And  the  meaning  of  all  this  is,  that  many  another  man  beside  Jacob  Boehm 
would  find  himself  in  a  pretty  scrape  only  for  his  wife. 


wo  Opinions 


(Y®  first-  opinion-) 
nojjy-  chatterin-/lal6  -once- 


ijB^I  A«  talking-  gabllng-hairbrained-dunce 


^cj". . ,         He-nodded- nfj'Qead-wifh'-a-modijrvalr' 
^'v       ,  And-;aidwgood'd^y"  for-he-waj-rft- aware- 
I  •  -'      6*>,      That'fhe.sjgn-post-pointing-itj-finger-fhere 


;  Quofh-he"An-exceedingly-  sultry-day- 
is-  more-like-  -Jfune-  frvan-fhe-nrs  t-of-. 

The-pojt-  said- never- a- word- 
"•i'VejUst-  djopped-over-frorn  -Lincoln  shire  • 
^y-home-is-jn-fhe-Cafhedral-Spiro- 
The-air-iJ-cooier-and-purer-fhe-higher. 

^o  u  -  get  -  a  s  •  y  o  u  •  v  e  •  dou  b  tle$  s-neard-" 


-ch  alter  ed-wifh-never-a-  stop. 
And-cn-andon-till-you^d.'  fhink  -he-would-drop 
dumb-aj  •your-hatO—  ^ 


An-Intelligent.  creature -that-" 
opinlonO 


A  -te  r  r  i  bl  e  •  d  ay -Tor- This  -tim  e-  of-  fhe-ye  a  r- 
"Twould-  make  -at-  Jaint- Anthony, 'fret'" 


»> 


CTh6n-louder)"I-5ay-i$-fhere^he]tering-near 
"Wh  at*  can-t-you- answer-  a-  question'  pray- 

And-flining.nij-tail-Kewalked.away'     ^  e£*f* 

YOU.« r« a- fool*    Ctnis»  under -Ki j- breafh-}  ^  M 

\.         ?   •  ». 


L'.  ENVOY- 


I)-  Circumstances- alter- cases . 

Hwr&rd'/Pyle 

~<:7ffis^ZB^gm$?~         ^x  V 


Song  off 

Foolish  Old  Woman 


yo-foolifh- 
old- woman 


Ifawanold  womangoupaflee/phill, 

And  fhe  chuckled  and  laug  hod ,  as  fhe  went,wifh  awill . 

And  yot,as  fhe  went , 

Her  body  was  bent,. 
With  a  load  as  heavy  as  fins  in  lent. 

'Ohlwhy  do  you  chuckle^old  woman^faysl, 
As  you  climb  up  the  hill- fide  fo  fteep  and  fo  high?  " 
u  Becaufe  ,do  n't  you  fee  A 
rilprelbntlybe, 
Atfhotopoffhehill.He!he[nray3  fhe. 

I  faw  fho  old  woman  g°  downward  agalru 
And  fhe  eaflly  travelled ,  wifh  never  apaln; 

Yet  fhe  loud  I  y  cried , 

Andguflilyflghed, 
And  groaned ,  though  frie  road  was  lev&l  and  wide. 

"Oh!  why,my  old  woman ,"  fays  I  ,"do  you  weep, 
Whenyou  laughed,as  you  climbed  up  fhe  hi  Il-flde  fo 

o!  I  am  vexed,  flecp 

Becaufe  I  expect?  ** 
5ay$fhe,<cl£hall  ache  iaclimbin^  fie  nexL 


AJ 


Newspaper  Puff 


news- 
paper- 


T* 

1  weive  geef© 

In  a  row 
Oofhefe 
Always  go}. 
D°wn=hill 
They  meander, 
Tail  to  bill  j 
Firft  the  gander. 
S°  they  ft  al  Red, 
Bold  as  braf*  T 
As  they  walked 
TO  fhe  grafs. 

.Suddenly 
Stopped  fhefhrong; 
Plain  t°  fee 

'r  wrong. 
-,  fhcre  is 
Some  thing  white! 
]SJb  quiz  ; 
Clear  toTight. 

CTwill  amufe 
When  you're  told 
"Twa*  a  nevrs  - 
Paper  old.) 

/' 
Gander  fpoke. 

Braver  bird 
Never  broke 
E  gg,Pv©  heard: 


tl5tand  here 
Steadily, 
Never  fear, 
Wait  for  me.  ^ 


F°rfh  hewent, 
Cautious, 
Body  bent  , 
Head  iov^, 

Allfhereft 
Stood  faff, 
Waiting  for 
What  paffed, 


"Wind  came 
Wifhacaper, 
Caught  fame 
Dally  paper. 
Up  it  failed 
Infheair; 
Courage  failed 
Then  and  fhere 
J  cared  well 


Nearly  fell 
Into  fits  „ 

Offfheyfped, 
Heiter-/kelt0r, 
'Till  fhcyVI  fled 


Poor  geefei 
Nevermind  j 
Ofher  geefe^ 
Onecartfind, 
Cut  the  fame 


caper 
At  empty  wind 
In  a  paper. 

H-Pyle. 


•      .       •        ,      I 

GLAUS  AND  HIS  WONDERFUL 

STAFF  ^ 

/ 

Showing  how  one  should  not  seek  to  take 
more  than  one  can  carry  | 


HANS   and   Claus  were   born    brothers.      Hans 
was  the  elder  and  Claus  was   the  younger; 


Hans  was  the    richer  and  Claus  was  the  poorer — 
that  is  the  way  that  the  world  goes  sometimes. 

Everything    was    easy    for    Hans    at    home ;    he 
drank  much  beer,  and  had  sausages  and  white  bread 

three  times  a  day  ;  but  Claus  worked  and  worked,  and  no  luck  came  of  it — that,  also,  is 
the  way  that  the  world  goes  sometimes. 

One  time  Claus  spoke  to  Hans  of  this  matter.  "  See,  Hans,"  said  he,  "  you  should 
give  me  some  money,  for  that  which  belongs  to  one  brother  should  help  the  other." 

But  Hans  saw  through  different  colored  spectacles  than  Claus.  No ;  he  would  do 
nothing  of  the  kind.  If  Claus  wanted  money  he  had  better  go  out  into  the  world  to  look 
for  it;  for  some  folks  said  that  money  was  rolling  about  in  the  wide  world  like  peas  on  a 
threshing-floor.  So  said  Hans,  for  Claus  was  so  poor  that  Hans  was  ashamed  of  him,  and 
wanted  him  to  leave  home  so  as  to  be  rid  of  him  for  good  and  all. 

This  was  how  Claus  came  to  go  out  into  the  world. 

But  before  he  went,  he  cut  himself  a  good  stout  staff  of  hazel-wood  to  help  his  heavy 
feet  over  the  road. 

Now  the  staff  that  Claus  had  cut  was  a  rod  of  witch-hazel,  which  has  the  power  of 
showing  wherever  treasure  lies  buried.  But  Claus  knew  no  more  of  that  than  the  chick 
in  the  shell. 

So  off  he  went  into  the  world,  walking  along  with  great  contentment,  kicking  up  little 
clouds  of  dust  at  every  step,  and  whistling  as  gayly  as  though  trouble  had  never  been 
hatched  from  mares'  eggs.  By-and-by  he  came  to  the  great  town,  and  then  he  went  to  the 
market-place  and  stood,  with  many  others,  with  a  straw  in  his  mouth  —  for  that  meant 
that  he  wanted  to  take  service  with  somebody. 

Presently  there  came  along  an  old,  old  man,  bent  almost  double  with  the  weight  of  the 
years  which  he  carried  upon  his  shoulders.  This  was  a  famous  doctor  of  the  black-arts. 
He  had  read  as  many  as  a  hundred  books,  so  that  he  was  more  learned  than  any  man  in  all 
of  the  world — even  the  minister  of  the  village.  He  knew,  as  well  as  the  birds  know  when 
the  cherries  are  ripe,  that  Claus  had  a  stick  of  witch-hazel,  so  he  came  to  the  market- 


i6 


PEPPER   AND    SALT. 


place,  peering  here  and  peering  there,  just  as  honest  folks  do  when  they  are  looking  for  a 
servant.  After  a  while  he  came  to  where  Claus  was,  and  then  he  stopped  in  front  o£ 
him.  "  Do  you  want  to  take  service,  my  friend  ?"  said  he. 

Yes,  that  was  what  Claus  wanted ;  why  else  should  he  stand  in  the  market-place  with  a 
straw  in  his  mouth  ? 

Well,  they  bargained  and  bargained,  and  talked  and  talked,  and  the  end  of  the  matter 
was  that  Claus  agreed  to  sell  his  services  to  the  old  master  of  black-arts  for  seven  pennies 


a  week.  So  they  made  their  bargain,  and  off  went  the  master  with  Claus  at  his  heels. 
After  they  had  come  a  little  distance  away  from  the  crowd  at  the  market-place,  the  master 
of  black-arts  asked  Claus  where  he  had  got  that  fine  staff  of  hazel. 

"Oh,  I  got  it  over  yonder,"  said  Claus,  pointing  with  his  thumb. 

But  could  he  find  the  place  again  ? 

Well,  Claus  did  not  know  how  about  that ;  perhaps  he  could,  and  perhaps  he  could  not. 

But  suppose  that  Claus  had  a  thaler  in  his  hand,  then  could  he  find  the  place  again  ? 


CLAUS   AND    NTS    WONDERFUL    STAFF. 


Oh  yes ;  in  that  case  Claus  was  almost  sure  that  he  could  find  the  place  again. 

So,  good.  Then  here  was_  a  bottle  of  yellow  water.  If  Claus  would  take  the  bottle  of 
fellow  water,  and  pour  it  over  the  stump  from  which  he  had  cut  his  staff,  there  would  come 
seven  green  snakes  out  of  a  hole  at  the  foot  of  the  hazel-bush.  After  these  seven  snakes, 
there  would  come  a  white  snake,  with  a  golden  crown  on  its  head,  from  out  of  the  same 
hole.  Now  if  Claus  would  catch  that  white  snake  in  the  empty  bottle,  and  bring  it  to  the 
master  of  black-arts,  he  should  have  not  one  thaler,  but  two  —  that  was  what  the  master 
said. 

Oh  yes,  Claus  could  do  that ;  that  was  no  such  hard  thing.  So  he  took  the  bottle  of 
yellow  water  and  off  he  went. 

By-and-by  he  came  to  the  place  where  he  had  cut  his  hazel-twig.     There  he  did  as  the 
master  of  black-arts  had  told  him ;  he  poured  the  yellow  water  over  the  stump  of  hazel 
from  which  he  had  cut  his  staff.     Then  everything  happened  just  as  the  other  had  said: 
first  there  came  three  green  snakes  out  of  the  hole  at  the  foot  of  the  hazel-bush,  and  after 
they  had  all  gone,  there  came  a  white  snake,  with  a  little  golden  crown  on  its  head,  and 
with  its  body  gleaming  like  real  silver.     Then  Claus  caught  the  white  snake,  and  put  it 
into  the   bottle   and   corked  it   up   tightly.      After   he 
had  done  this  he  went  back  to  the  master  of  black- 
arts  again. 

Now  this  white  snake  was  what  the  folk  call  a 
tomt-snake  in  that  land.     Whoever  eats  of  a  broth 
made  of  it  can  understand  the  language  of  all  the 
birds  of  the  air  and  -all  the  beasts  of  the  field; 
so   nobody  need  wonder   that  the   master  was 
as  glad  as  glad  could  be   to   have  his  white 
snake  safe  and  sound. 

He  bade  Claus  build  a  fire  of  dry  wood, 
and  as  soon  as  there  was  a  good  blaze  he  set 
a  pot  of  water  upon  it  to  boil.      When  the 
water  in  the   pot   began   to  boil,  he   chopped 
up    the    white    snake    into    little    pieces    and 
threw  them  into  it.      So   the   snake  boiled  and 
boiled    and    boiled,  and    Claus    stared    with    won- 
der as  though  he  would  never  shut  his  eyes  again. 

Now  it  happened  that  just  about  the  time  that  the  broth  was  cooked,  the  master  was 
called  out  of  the  room  for  this  or  for  that.  No  sooner  was  his  back  turned  than  Claus 
began  to  wonder  what  the  broth  was  like.  "  I  will  just  have  a  little  taste,"  said  he  to  him- 
self; "surely  it  can  do  no  harm  to  the  rest  of  the  soup."  So  he  stuck  his  finger  first  into 
the  broth  and  then  into  his  mouth ;  but  what  the  broth  tasted  like  he  never  could  tell,  for 
just  then  the  master  came  in  again,  and  Claus  was  so  frightened  at  what  he  had  done  that 
he  had  no  wits  to  think  of  the  taste  of  anything. 

Presently  the  master  of  black-arts  went  to  the  pot  of  broth,  and,  taking  off  the  lid,  began 
smelling  of  it.  But  no  sooner  had  he  sniffed  a  smell  of  the  steam  than  he  began  thumping 
his  head  with  his  knuckles,  and  tearing  his  hair,  and  stamping  his  feet.  "  Somebody  s  had 
a  finger  in  my  broth  !  !  /"  he  roared.  For  the  master  knew  at  once  that  all  the  magic  had 
been  taken  out  of  it  by  the  touch  of  Claus's  finger. 


i8 


PEPPER   AND    SALT. 


As  for  poor  Claus,  he  was  so  frightened  that  he  fell  upon  his  knees,  and  began  begging: 
"  Oh !  dear  master — "  But  he  got  no  further  than  this,  for  the  master  bawled  at  him, 

"You  have  taken  the  best, 
You  may  have  the  rest." 

And  so  saying,  he  threw  pot  and  broth  and  all  at  Claus,  so  that  if  he  hadn't  ducked 
his  head  he  might  have  been  scalded  to  death.  Then  Claus  ran  out  into  the  street,  for  he 
saw  that  there  was  no  place  for  him  to  stay  in  that  house. 


THE-AAiTER-  lirANGRY 


Now  in  the  street  there  was  a  cock  and  a  hen,  scratching  and  clucking  together  in  the 
dust,  and  Claus  understood  every  word  that  they  said  to  each  other,  so  he  stopped  and 
listened  to  them. 

This  is  what  they  said: 

The  cock  said  to  the  hen,  "  Yonder  goes  our  new  serving-man." 

And  the  hen  said  to  the  cock,  "  Yes,  yonder  he  goes." 

And  the  cock  said  to  the  hen,  "  He  is  leaving  the  best  behind  him." 

And  the  hen  said  to  the  cock, "  What  is  it  that  he  is  leaving  ?" 

And  the  cock  said  to  the  hen,  "  He  is  leaving  behind  him  the  witch-hazel  staff  that  he 
brought  with  him." 

And  the  hen  said  to  the  cock,  "  Yes,  that  is  so.  He  would  be  a  fool  to  leave  that  behind, 
yet  he  is  not  the  first  one  to  think  that  peas  are  pebbles." 

As  for  Claus,  you  can  guess  how  he  opened  his  eyes,  for  he  saw  how  the  land  lay,  and 
that  he  had  other  ears  than  he  had  before. 


CLAUS   AND   HIS    WONDERFUL    STAFF. 


"  Hui !"  said  he,  "  that  is  good !  I  have  bought  more  for  my  penny  than  I  had  in  my 
bargain." 

As  for  the  hazel  staff,  he  was  not  going  to  leave  that  behind,  you  may  be  sure.  So  he 
sneaked  about  the  place  till  he  laid  hand  on  it  again ;  then  he  stepped  away,  right  foot  fore- 
most, for  he  did  not  know  what  the  master  of  black-arts  might  do  to  him  if  he  should 
catch  him. 

Well,  after  he  had  left  the  town,  he  went  along,  tramp !  tramp !  tramp !  until,  by-and-by, 
he  grew  tired  and  sat  down  beneath  an  oak-tree  to  rest  himself  a  little. 

Now,  as  he  sat  there,  looking  up  through  the  leaves,  thinking 
of  nothing  at  all,  two  ravens  came  flying  and  lit  in  the  tree 
above  him.      After  a   while   the   ravens  began   talking 
together,  and  this  was  what  they  said : 

The  one  raven  said,  "  Yonder  is  poor  Claus  sitting 
below  us." 

And  the  other  raven  said,  "  Poor  Claus,  did  you 
say,  brother?  Do  you  not  see  the  witch-hazel  lying 
on  the  ground  beside  him  ?" 

The  one  raven  said,  "  Oh  yes ;   I  see  that,  but 
what  good  does  it  do  him  ?" 

And  the    other    raven   said,  "  It  does   him   no 
good  now,  but  if  he  were  to  go  home  again  and 
strike  on  the  great  stone  on  the  top  of  the  hill 
back  of  Herr  Axel's  house,  then  it  would  do  him 
good ;  for  in  it  lies  a  great  treasure  of  silver  and 
gold." 

Claus  had  picked  up  his  ears  at  all  this  talk, 
you  may  be  sure.     "  See,"  said  he,  "  that  is  the 
way  that  a  man  will  pass  by  a  great  fortune 
in  the  little  world  at  home  to  seek  for  a  little 
fortune  in  the  great  world  abroad" — which 
was  all  very  true.      After  that  he  lost  no 
time  in  getting  back  home  again. 

"  What !  are  you  back  again  ?"  said  Hans. 

"  Oh  yes,"  said  Claus,  "  I  am  back  again." 

"  That  is  always  the  way  with  a  pewter 
penny,"  said    Hans — for  that  is   how  some  of 
us  are  welcomed  home  after  we  have  been  away. 

As  for  Claus,  he  was  as  full  of  thoughts  as  an 
egg  is  of  meat,  but  he  said  nothing  of  them  to  Hans. 

Off  he  went  to  the  high  hill  back  of  Herr  Axel's  house,  and  there,  sure  enough,  was  the 
great  stone  at  the  very  top  of  the  hill. 

Claus  struck  on  the  stone  with  his  oaken  staff,  and  it  opened  like  the  door  of  a  beer 
vault,  for  all  was  blackness  within.  A  flight  of  steps  led  down  below,  and  down  the  steps 
Claus  went.  But  when  he  had  come  to  the  bottom  of  the  steps,  he  stared  till  his  eyes 
were  like  great  round  saucers;  for  there  stood  sacks  of  gold  and  silver,  piled  up  like  bags 
of  grain  in  the  malt-house. 

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PEPPER    AND    SALT. 


At  one  end  of  the  room  was  a  great  stone  seat,  and  on  the  seat  sat  a  little  manikin 
smoking  a  pipe.  As  for  the  beard  of  the  little  man,  it  was  as  long  as  he  was  short,  for  it 
hung  down  so  far  that  part  of  it  touched  the  stone  floor. 

"  How  do  you  find  yourself,  Claus  ?"  said  the  little  manikin,  calling  Claus  by  his  name. 

"  So,  good !"  said  Claus,  taking  off  his  hat  to  the  other. 

"  And  what  would  you  like  to  have,  Claus  ?"  said  the  little  man. 

"I  would  like,"  said  Claus,  "to  have  some  money,  if  you  please." 

"  Take  what  you  want,"  said  the  little  man,  "only  do  not  forget  to  take  the  best  with  you." 

Oh  no;  Claus  would  not  forget  the  best;  so  he  held  the  staff  tighter  than  ever  in  his 
fist — for  what  could  be  better  than  the  staff  that  brought  him  there  ?  So  he  went  here  and 
there,  filling  his  pockets  with  the  gold  and  silver  money  till  they  bulged  out  like  the  pockets 
of  a  thief  in  the  orchard ;  but  all  the  time  he  kept  tight  hold  of  his  staff,  I  can  tell  you. 


•  Claus-and-fhe-Aanikin 


When  he  had  as  much  as  his  pockets  could  hold,  he  thanked  the  little  manikin  and 
went  his  way,  and  the  stone  door  closed  behind  him. 

And  now  Claus  lived  like  a  calf  in  the  green  corn-field.  Everything  he  had  was  of  the 
best,  and  he  had  twice  as  much  of  that  as  any  of  the  neighbors.  Then  how  brother  Hans 
stared  and  scratched  his  head  and  wondered,  when  he  saw  how  Claus  sat  in  the  sun  all  day, 
doing  nothing  but  smoking  his  pipe  and  eating  of  the  best,  as  though  he  were  a  born 
prince !  Every  day  Claus  went  to  the  little  man  in  the  hill  with  his  pockets  empty,  and 
came  back  with  them  stuffed  with  gold  and  silver  money.  At  last  he  had  so  much  that 
he  could  not  count  it,  and  so  he  had  to  send  over  to  brother  Hans  for  his  quart-pot,  so  that 
he  might  measure  it. 

But  Hans  was  cunning.  "  I  will  see  what  makes  brother  Claus  so  well-off  in  the  world 
all  of  a  sudden,"  said  he ;  so  he  smeared  the  inside  of  the  quart-pot  with  bird-lime. 


CLAUS   AND    HIS    WONDERFUL    STAFF. 


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Then  Claus  measured  his  gold  and  silver  money  in  Hans's  quart-pot,  and  when  he  was 
done  with  it  he  sent  it  back  again.  But  more  went  back  with  the  quart-pot  than  came  with 
it,  for  two  gold-pieces  stuck  to  the  bird-lime,  and  it  was  these  that  went  back  with  the  pot 
to  brother  Hans. 

"  What !"  cried  Hans,  "  has  that  stupid  Claus  found  so  much  money  that  he  has  to  meas- 
ure it  in  a  quart-pot  ?  We  must  see  the  inside  of  this  business !"  So  off  he  went  to  Claiis's 
house,  and  there  he  found  Claus  sitting  in  the  sun  and  smoking  his  pipe,  just  as  though  he 
owned  all  of  the  world. 

"  Where  did  you  get  all  that  money,  Claus  ?"  said  Hans. 

Oh !   Claus  could  not  tell  him  that. 

But    Hans   was   bound   to   know   all   about   it,  so   he 
begged  and  begged  so  prettily  that  at  last  Claus  had  to 
tell  him  everything.     Then,  of  course,  nothing  would  do 
but  Hans  must  have  a  try  with  the  hazel  staff  also. 

Well,  Claus  made  no  words  at  that.     He  was  a 
good-natured  fellow,  and   surely  there  was  enough 
for  both.     So  the  upshot  of  the  matter  was  that 
Hans  marched  off  with  the  hazel  staff. 

But  Hans  was  no  such  simpleton  as  Claus ;  no, 
not  he.     Oh  no,  he  would  not  take  all  that  trouble 
for  two  poor  pocketfuls  of  money.     He  would  have 
a  bagful ;    no,  he  would   have  two  bagfuls.      So  he 
slung  two  meal  sacks  over  his   shoulder,  and  off  he 
started  for  the  hill  back  of  Herr  Axel's  house. 

When  he  came   to   the   stone   he  knocked  upon 
it,  and  it   opened  to   him  just  as  it  had  done   for 
Claus.     Down  he  went  into  the  pit,  and  there  sat 
the  little  old  manikin,  just  as  he  had  done  from 
the  very  first. 

"  How  do  you  find  yourself,  Hans  ?"  said  the 
little  old  manikin. 

Oh,  Hans    found    himself   very    well.       Might 
he  have  some  of  the  money  that  stood  around  the  room  in  the  sacks  ? 

Yes,  that  he  might ;    only  remember  to  take  the  best  away  with  him. 

Prut !  teach  a  dog  to  eat  sausages.  Hans  would  see  that  he  took  the  best,  trust  him 
for  that.  So  he  filled  the  bags  full  of  gold,  and  never  touched  the  silver — for,  surely, 
gold  is  better  than  anything  else  in  the  world,  says  Hans  to  himself.  So,  when  he  had 
filled  his  two  bags  with  gold,  and  had  shaken  the  pieces  well  down,  he  flung  the  one 
over  one  shoulder,  and  the  other  over  the  other,  and  then  he  had  as  much  as  he  could 
carry.  As  for  the  staff  of  witch-hazel,  he  let  it  lie  where  it  was,  for  he  only  had  two 
hands  and  they  were  both  full. 

But  Hans  never  got  his  two  bags  of  gold  away  from  the  vault,  for  just  as  he  was 
leaving  —  bang!  came  the  stone  together,  and  caught  him  as  though  he  was  a  mouse  in 
the  door;  and  that  was  an  end  of  him.  That  happened  because  he  left  the  witch-hazel 
behind. 

That  was  the  way  in  which  Claus  came  to  lose  his  magic  staff;  but  that  did  not  mat- 


22  PEPPER    AND    SALT. 

ter  much,  for  he  had  enough  to  live  on  and  to  spare.  So  he  married  the  daughter  of 
the  Herr  Baron  (for  he  might  marry  whom  he  chose,  now  that  he  was  rich),  and  after 
that  he  lived  as  happy  as  a  fly  on  the  warm  chimney. 


Now,  this  is  so — it  is  better  to  take  a  little  away  at  a  time  and  carry  your 
staff  with  you,  than  to  take  all  at  once  and  leave  it  behind. 


bree  Fortunes 


zYmerry  young  fhoemaker, 

And  a  tailor,and  a  baker, 
Went  to  feek  fheir  fortune*,  for  fhey  had  been  told, 

Where  a  rainbow  touched  fhe  ground , 

Of  It  only  could  be  found,) 
Waj  a>purffffhat'fhould  be  always  full  of  gold 

$o  {hey  traveled  d  ay  by  day, 
Ina  jolly,  jocund  way 
Till  fhe fhoemaker  a  pretty  Jasj-espie-d  j 
"Whenquofh  he,ultfeemj:torhe, 
\ever,  never  be. 


Battcc  luck  "flianfrib  in  all  the  world  befidc. 

So  fhe  ofherrfaid  good-byet 
And  went  on  ,till  by-andrby 

T  Key  eypiotf  a  fhady  i  nn.  befide  fhe  way  ; 
VVhcre  fl^e-  Hortefs  fair,-  awidow- 
Jrt  alone  feclufion  Kfcl>  Qt\, 

Her0iiluck  T'fhe  tallor-faid  j" 

So  fhe  baker  jog^d  along  , 

All  alone  twi^vne*er  a  /ong  , 
Or  a  joftjandTipfhfng  tempted  hir 

But.  he  wont  fltem.  bad  to  worfb^ 

F°r  he  nevs?r  founcf  fh&  pu  rfe-, 
And  for  ail  1  know  "he*)  \randering  to-fliii  day. 


(5olrgafher  fioTrvfhls  (2»ng  1  4vo  tried,  to 
"     to  tako  fliofuok  fl\atma.Y 

e^tofallwiftilRKis  way, 
Chan  tjpoiLfoj;  an,  Imaginary  fhing- 


enturesome  Boldness 


onturoforoe/  • 


A  tailor  cam©  a-walking  by, 
The  fi  re  encourage  inKis  eye. 

are  you  going, fir?* Said  I 


"  I  slewa.nv>ufe 
Inour  houfe, 

fKcr  tailors  livo,"  faidhe, 
"And  not  a  Jack 

Arnon^  fKe-  pack 
^X/rould  daretodofKc  like-, pardic! 
Therefore ,  I  'm  g°ing  °ut  to  try 
If  fhere  Lc  gre/ater  men  fhan  I ; 
Orinfhe  land 
As  bold  a  hand 
At  wielding  brand  a*  I  ,y°u  (ec  !n 

The  tailor  came  a-limping  by 
^/ifK  \voful  face  ar\dclofl\e$  awry 
And  all  his  courage  gone  to  pie  . 

u  I  met  a  knifcht 

In  armo  r  bright , 

And  bade  him  (land  and  draw/'faid  Ke 
<CH0  rtraightway  did 
As  he  was  bid, 

A  rid  treated  mo  outragcoufly, 
Sol  (hall  got  me  home  again  > 
And  probably  fhall  fhere  remairb 
Alittle  man, 
Sir, always  can. 
Be  great  wi£hfolkoflefi  degree  }* 


uporficial- 
Culture 


I'l  1  tcl  1  of  a  certai  n  Q\ d  d ame  i 

The  fame 
Hadiabeautifial  pig  gyj^whofe  name. 

\5</a$  Jam&- 

-J.;  and  whoje beauty  and  worth , 
Fromfhe  day  of  hii  birfh, 
"Were  matters  of  po  p u  lar  Tanrve , 

And  hi5  claim 
TO  gentility  no  one-  could  blame . 


,  feeing  his  promife  ,fhe  fhoug"ht 

She 'ought 
TO  have-  him  fufficiently  taught 

The  art 

Of  deportment ,  to  go 
Into  company  ;  f° 
Amaflerofdamcing  fhe- brought , 

Who\vas  fraught 
Wifh  a  flyle  which  the,  piggiwi^  caught 


S°  hi*  company  manner*  were  rare 

Hii  care 
Of/ocial  obfervancej  fhere 

Would  bear 
Theclofeft  jnfpection, 
And  not  a  re /lection 
Could  re  (Ion  hii  actions,  how  o'er 

You  might  care 
TO  examine  'em  down  to  a  hair. 


Now.fhings  went  beau-ti-ful-ly, 

Till  he 
Fell  in  love  with  a  dame  of  degree; 

Pardie-,' 

"When  he  tried  for  tofpe/ak, 
But  could  only  fayrOw-e-e-kr* 
whatever  hii  poii/h  might  be, 

Why,  dear  me! 
He  was  pig  at  the  bottom  ,y°u  fee. 


H.PYLE. 


HOW  DAME  MARGERY  TWIST 

SAW  MORE  THAN  WAS 

GOOD  FOR  HER 


Story  that  shows  how  one  should  hold 
one's  tongue  as  to  what  one  sees 


ow  •  Dame  -/Margery-  Twist-  saw- 


more  •  fhan- was -good-  for*  her 


I 


F  one  could  always  hold  one's  tongue  as  to 
what  one  sees,  one  would  be  the  better  for  it. 
They  are  the  wise  people  of  this  world  who  keep  silence  as  to  what  they  see;  many  such 
there  are  who  behold  things  such  as  neither  you  nor  I  may  ever  hope  to  look  upon,  and 
yet  we  know  nothing  of  this  because  they  say  nothing  of  it,  going  their  own  ways  like  com- 
mon folks,  and  as  though  they  saw  nothing  in  an  egg  but  the  meat. 

Dame  Margery  Twist  of  Tavistock  town  was  not  one  of  these  wise  folks  who  hold 
their  tongues ;  she  was  a  good,  gossiping,  chattering  old  soul,  whose  hen  never  hatched  a 
chick  but  all  of  the  neighbors  knew  of  it,  as  the  saying  goes.  The  poor  old  creature  had 
only  one  eye ;  how  she  lost  the  other  you  shall  presently  hear,  and  also  how  her  won- 
derful tulip  garden  became  like  anybody  else's  tulip  garden. 

Dame  Margery  Twist  lived  all  alone  with  a  great  tabby  cat.  She  dwelt  in  a  little  cot- 
tage that  stood  back  from  the  road,  and  just  across  the  way  from  the  butcher's  shop.  All 
within  was  as  neat  and  as  bright  as  a  new  pin,  so  that  it  was  a  delight  just  to  look  upon 
the  row  of  blue  dishes  upon  the  dresser,  the  pewter  pipkins  as  bright  as  silver,  or  the 
sanded  floor,  as  clean  as  your  mother's  table.  Over  the  cottage  twined  sweet  woodbines,  so 
that  the  air  was  ladened  with  their  fragrance  in  the  summer-time,  when  the  busy,  yellow- 
legged  bees  droned  amid  the  blossoms  from  the  two  hives  that  stood  along  against  the 
wall.  But  the  wonder  of  the  garden  was  the  tulip  bed,  for  there  were  no  tulips  in  all 
England  like  them,  and  folks  came  from  far  and  near,  only  to  look  upon  them  and  to 
smell  their  fragrance.  They  stood  in  double  rows,  and  were  of  all  colors — white,  yellow, 
red,  purple,  and  pied.  They  bloomed  early,  and  lasted  later  than  any  others,  and,  when 
they  were  in  flower,  all  the  air  was  filled  with  their  perfume. 

Now  all  of  these  things  happened  before  the  smoke  of  the  factories  and  the  rattling 
of  the  steam-cars  had  driven  the  fairy  folks  away  from  this  world  into  No-man's-land,  and 
this  was  the  secret  of  the  dame's  fine  tulip  "bed.  For  the  fairies  dwelt  among  the  flowers, 
and  she  often  told  her  gossips  how  that  she  could  hear  the  fairy  mothers  singing  their 
babies  to  sleep  at  night,  when  the  moon  was  full  and  the  evening  was  warm.  She  had 


32  PEPPER   AND   SALT. 

never  seen  the  little  folks  herself,  for  few  folks  are  given  to  look  upon  them,  and  Dame 
Margery's  eyes  were  not  of  that  nature.  Nevertheless,  she  heard  them,  and  that,  in  my 
opinion,  is  the  next  best  thing  to  seeing  them. 

Dame  Margery  Twist,  as  I  said,  was  a  good,  kind,  comfortable  old  soul,  and  was,  more- 
over, the  best  nurse  in  all  of  Tavistock  town.  Was  any  one  ill,  it  was  Dame  Margery  who 
was  called  upon  to  attend  them ;  as  for  the  dame  herself,  she  was  always  ready  to  bring  a 
sick  body  into  good  health  again,  and  was  always  paid  well  for  the  nursing. 


One  evening  the  dame  was  drinking  her  tea  by  herself  with  great  comfort.  It  was 
just  at  the  dusking  of  the  twilight;  the  latticed -window  was  opened,  so  that  the  little 
breezes  came  rushing  into  the  room,  or  stayed  a  while  to  play  wantonly  with  the  white 
linen  curtains.  The  tabby  cat  was  purring  in  the  door-way,  and  the  dame  was  enjoying 
the  sweetness  of  the  summer-time.  There  came  a  knock  at  the  door.  "  Who  is  it  ?"  said 
Dame  Margery. 

"  It's  Tommy  Lamb,  if  you  please,  ma'am,"  said  a  little  voice. 

"  Come  in,  Tommy,"  said  the  dame. 

So  in  came  Tommy  Lamb,  a  little,  curly-headed  fellow,  not  any  older  than  you.  "  What 
is  it  you  want,  Tommy  ?"  said  the  dame. 

"  If  you  please,  ma'am,  there's  a  little  gentleman  outside,  no  taller  than  I  be ;  he  gave 
me  this  box,  and  told  me  to  tell  you  to  rub  your  eyes  with  the  salve  and  then  to  come 
out  to  him." 


HOW  DAME    TWIST   SAW  MORE    THAN   WAS    GOOD   FOR    HER.       33 


The  dame  looked  out  of  the  window,  but  never  a  body  stood  there  that  she  could 
see.     "  Where  is  the  gentleman,  dearie  ?"  said  she. 

"  Yonder  he   is,  with  a  great  white   horse  standing  beside   him,"  said  Tommy  Lamb, 
and  he  pointed  with  his  finger  as  he  spoke. 

The  dame  rubbed  her  eyes  and  looked  again,  but  never  a  thing  did  she  see  but  the 
green  gate,  the  lilac-bushes,  and  the  butcher's  shop  opposite. 
The  truth  of  the  matter  is,  that  little  children  like  you, 
my  dear,  see  things  which  we  grown  folks,  with  the 
dust  of  the  world  in  our  eyes,  may  never  behold. 
"  Well,"  said  Dame  Margery  to  herself,  "  this 
is  strange,  for  sure !  /  see  no  little  old  gentle- 
man  in  green."     Then   she  opened  the  box 
that  she   held,  and  looked   into  it  and  saw 
that  it  was  filled  with  a  green  salve.    "  I'll 
rub  some  of  it  on  my  eyes,  at  any  rate," 
said  she ;  whereupon  she  did  so.     Then 
she    looked    again,  and  lo,  and  behold ! 
there  stood  a  little  old  man,  no  taller  than 
Tommy  Lamb.     His  face  was  as  brown, 
and  as  withered,  and  as  wrinkled  as  a 
winter's  crab -apple   left  on   the  bare 
tree  when  the  frost  is  about.     He  was 
dressed  all  in  green  from  top  to  toe, 
and  on  his  head  was  a  tall  green  cap, 
with  a  bell  at  the  peak,  which  tinkled 
at  every   movement  of  his   head.      By 
his   side  stood  a  great,  tall,  milk-white 
horse,  with  a  long  tail  and  mane   tied 
with  party-colored  ribbons. 

Dame  Margery  went  out  to  the 
little  old  gentleman  in  green,  and 
asked    him    what   he    would   have 
with  her.     He  told  the  dame  that 
his  wife  was   sorely  sick,  and   that 
he  wanted  her  to  come  and   nurse 
her  for  the  night.     At  this   Dame 
Margery  hemmed  and  hawed  and 
shook   her   head,  for   she   did    not 
like   the    thought   of   going   out   at 
night,   she   knew    not  where,  and 
with   such  a  strange  little  body. 
Then  the  little  man  begged  her  and 
pleaded  with  her,  and  his  voice  and  his 

words  were  as  sweet  as  honey.  At  last  he  persuaded  her  to  go,  promising  her  a  good 
reward  if  she  would  nurse  his  wife  back  into  her  health  again.  So  the  dame  went  back 
into  the  cottage  to  make  ready  for  her  journeying,  throwing  her  red  riding-cloak  over  her 


34 


PEPPER   AND    SALT. 


shoulders,  and  drawing  her  thick  shoes  upon  her  feet.  Then  she  filled  her  reticule  with 
a  parcel  of  simples,  in  case  they  should  be  needed.  After  this  she  came  out  again,  and 
climbed  up  behind  the  little  man  in  green,  and  so  settled  herself  upon  the  pillion  saddle 
for  her  ride.  Then  the  little  man  whistled  to  his  horse,  and  away  they  went. 

They  seemed  to  fly  rather  than  ride  upon  the  hard  ground,  for  the  hedges  and  cottages 
and  orchards  flew  past  as  though  in  a  dream.  But  fast  as  they  went,  the  old  dame  saw 
many  things  which  she  had  never  dreamed  of  before.  She  saw  all  of  the  hedge-rows,  the 
by-ways,  the  woods  and  fields  alive  with  fairy-folk.  Each  little  body  was  busy  upon  his 
or  her  own  business,  laughing,  chatting,  talking,  and  running  here  and  there  like  folks  on 
a  market-day. 


So  they  came  at  last  to  a  place  which  the  dame  knew  was  the  three-tree-hill ;  but  it 
was  not  the  three-tree-hill  which  she  had  seen  in  all  of  her  life  before,  for  a  great  gateway 
seemed  to  open  into  it  and  it  was  into  this  gateway  that  the  little  man  in  green  urged 
the  great  white  horse. 

After  they  had  entered  the  hill,  Dame  Margery  climbed  down  from  the  pillion  and  stood 
looking  about  her.  Then  she  saw  that  she  was  in  a  great  hall,  the  walls  of  which  were 
glistening  with  gold  and  silver,  while  bright  stones  gleamed  like  so  many  stars  all  over  the 
roof  of  the  place.  Three  little  fairy  children  were  playing  with  golden  balls  on  the  floor, 
and  when  they  saw  the  dame  they  stopped  in  their  sport  and  stood  looking  silently  upon 
her  with  great,  wide-opened  eyes,  just  as  though  they  were  little  mortal  children.  In  the 


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35 


corner  of  the  room  was  a  bed  all  of  pure  gold,  and  over  the  bed  were  spread  coverlets  of 
gold  and  silver  cloth,  and  in  the  bed  lay  a  beautiful  little  lady,  very  white  and  ill.  Then 
Dame  Margery  knew  well  enough  that  every  one  of  these  little  people  were  fairies. 

The  dame   nursed  the  fairy  lady  all  that   night,  and 
by  cock-crow  in  the  morning  the  little  woman  had  ease 
from  her  pain. 

Then  the  little  man  spoke  for  the  first  time 
since  Dame  Margery  had  left  home.     "  Look  'ee, 
Dame  Margery,"  said  he ;  "I  promised  to  pay 
you  well  and  I  will  keep  my  word.     Come  hith- 
er !"     So  the  dame  went,  to  him  as  he  had  bid- 
den her  to  do,  and  the  little  man  filled  her  ret- 
icule with  black  coals  from  the  hearth.     The 
dame   said    nothing,  but    she   wondered   much 
whether  the  little  man  called  this  good  pay  for 
her  pains.      After  this   she   climbed  up  on  the 
great  horse  again,  and  behind   the  little  man,  and 
they  rode   out   of  the   place  and   home,  where    they 
were   safe   and   sound   ere   the   day  had  fairly  broken. 
But  before  the  little  man  had  left  her  he  drew  out  an- 
other little  box  just  like  the  one  that  Tommy  Lamb 
had  brought  her  the  evening  before,  only  this  time 
the  box  was  filled  with  red  ointment.     "  Rub 
your  eyes  with  this,  Dame  Margery,"  said  he. 

Now  Dame   Margery  Twist  knew  but- 
ter from  cheese,  as  the  saying  is.     She 
knew  that  the   green  salve  was  of  a 
kind   which   very  few  people    have 
had    rubbed   over   their   eyes    in 
this  world ;  that  it  was  of  a  kind 
which   poets  would  give  their 
ears  to  possess — even  were 
it  a  lump  no  larger  than  a 
pea.     So,  when  she  took  the 
box  of  red  ointment,  she  only 
rubbed  one  eye  with  it — her  left 
eye.     Her  right  eye  she  pretend- 
ed  to   rub,  but,   in   truth,  she    never 
touched  it  at  all. 

Then  the  little  man  got  upon  his 
horse    again,   and    rode   away   to    his 
home   in  the  hill. 

After  he  had  gone  away,  Dame  Mar- 
gery thought  that  she  would  empty  her  reticule  of  the  dirty  black  coals;  so  she  turned 
it  topsy-turvey,  and  "shook  it  over  the  hearth,  and  out  tumbled — black  coals  ?     No ;  great 
lumps  of  pure  gold  that  shone  bright  yellow,  like  fire,  in   the  light  of  the  candle.      The 


PEPPER   AND   SALT. 


good  dame  could  scarcely  believe  her  eyes,  for  here  was  wealth  enough  to  keep  her  in 
comfort  for  all  the  rest  of  her  days. 

But  Dame  Margery's  right  eye!  I  wish  I  could  only  see  what  she  saw  with  that 
right  eye  of  hers !  What  was  it  she  saw  ?  That  I  will  tell  you. 

The  next  night  was  full  moon,  and  Dame  Margery  came  and  looked  out  over  the  fine 
bed  of  tulips,  of  which  she  was  very  proud.  "  Hey-day !"  she  cried,  and  rubbed  her  eyes, 
in  doubt  as  to  whether  she  was  asleep  or  awake,  for  the  whole  place  was  alive  with  little 
folks. 

But  she  was  awake,  and  it  was  certain  that  she  saw  them.  Yes ;  there  they  were — 
little  men,  little  women,  little  children,  and  little  babies,  as  thick  in  the  tulip  bed  as  folks 
at  a  wedding.  The  little  men  sat  smoking  their  pipes  and  talking  together;  the  little 
women  sat  nursing  their  babies,  singing  to  them  or  rocking  them  to  sleep  in  cradles  of 
tulip  flowers;  the  little  children  played  at  hide-and-seek  among  the  flower-stalks.  So  the 
dame  leaned  out  of  the  window,  watching  them  with  great  delight,  for  it  is  always  a  delight 
to  watch  the  little  folks  at  their  sports. 

After  a  while  she  saw  where  one  of  the  tiny  fairy  children  hid  himself  under  a  leaf, 
while  the  others  who  were  to  seek  him  looked  up  and 
down,  and  high  and  low,  but  could  find  him 
nowhere.     Then  the  old  dame  laughed 
and  laughed  to  see  how  the  others 
looked  for  the  little  fellow,  but 
could   not   tell   where   he 


&°efK-  t<*  .  seei.fhe- merry 


was.  At  last  she  could  hold  her  peace  no  longer,  but  called  out  in  a  loud  voice,  "  Look 
under  the  leaf,  Blackcap !" 

The  words  were  no  sooner  out  of  her  mouth  than,  whisk !  whirr !  off  they  scampered 
out  of  the  garden  and  away — fathers,  mothers,  children,  babies,  all  crying  in  their  shrill 
voices,  "  She  sees  us !  she  sees  us !"  For  fairies  are  very  timid  folk,  and  dread  nothing 
more  than  to  have  mortals  see  them  in  their  own  shapes. 

So  they  never  came  back  again  to  the  dame's  garden,  and  from  that  day  to  this  her 
tulips  have  been  like  everybody  else's  tulips.  Moreover,  whenever  she  went  out  the  fairies 
scampered  away  before  her  like  so  many  mice,  for  they  all  knew  that  she  could  see  them 
with  her  magical  eye.  This,  as  you  may  see,  was  bad  enough,  but  no  other  harm  would 
have  come  of  it  if  she  had  only  gathered  wisdom  at  that  time,  seeing  what  ill  came  of  her 
speech.  But,  like  many  other  old  dames  that  I  wot  of,  no  sound  was  as  pleasant  to  her 
ears  as  the  words  of  her  own  mouth. 

Now,  about  a  twelvemonth  after  the  time  that  the  dame  had  nursed  the  fairy  lady,  the 


HOW  DAME    TWIST   SAW  MORE    THAN    WAS    GOOD    FOR    HER.     37 

great  fair  was  held  at  Tavistock.  All  the  world  and  his  wife  were  there,  so,  of  course, 
Dame  Margery  went  also.  And  the  fair  was  well  worth  going  to,  I  can  tell  you !  Booths 
stood  along  in  a  row  in  the  yellow  sunlight  of  the  summer-time,  and  flags  and  streamers 
of  many  colors  fluttered  in  the  breeze  from  long  poles  at  the  end  of  each  booth.  Ale 
flowed  like  water,  and  dancing  was  going  on  on  the  green,  for  Peter  Weeks  the  piper  was 
there,  and  his  pipes  were  with  him.  It  was  a  fine  sight  to  see  all  of  the  youths  and  maids, 
decked  in  fine  ribbons  of  pink  and  blue,  dancing  hand-in-hand  to  his  piping.  In  the 
great  tent  the  country  people  had  spread  out  their  goods  —  butter,  cheese,  eggs,  honey, 
and  the  like — making  as  goodly  a  show  as  you  would  want  to  see.  Dame  Margery  was 
in  her  glory,  for  she  had  people  to  gossip  with  everywhere ;  so  she  went  hither  and  thither, 
and  at  last  into  the  great  tent  where  these  things  of  which  I  have  spoken  were  all  spread 
out  for  show. 


Then,  lo  and  behold !  who  should  she  see,  gliding  here  and  there  among  the  crowd 
of  other  people,  but  the  little  man  in  green  whom  she  had  seen  a  year  ago.  She  opened 
her  eyes  mightily  wide,  for  she  saw  that  he  was  doing  a  strange  thing.  By  his  side  hung 
a  little  earthen-ware  pot,  and  in  his  hand  he  held  a  little  wooden  scraper,  which  he  passed 
over  the  rolls  of  butter,  afterwards  putting  that  which  he  scraped  from  the  rolls  into  the 
pot  that  hung  beside  him.  Dame  Margery  peeped  into  the  pot,  and  saw  that  it  was  half 
full ;  then  she  could  contain  herself  no  longer. 

"  Hey-day,  neighbor!"  cried  she,  "here  be  pretty  doings,  truly  !  Out  upon  thee,  to  go 
scraping  good  luck  and  full  measure  off  of  other  folk's  butter !" 


38  PEPPER   AND    SALT. 

When  the  little  man  in  green  heard  the  dame  speak  to  him,  he  was  so  amazed  that  he 
nearly  dropped  his  wooden  scraper.  "Why,  Dame  Margery!  can  you  see  me  then?" 

"  Aye,  marry  can  I !     And  what  you  are  about  doing  also ;  out  upon  you,  say  I !" 

"  And  did  you  not  rub  your  eyes  with  the  red  salve  then  ?"  said  the  little  man. 

"  One  eye,  yes,  but  one  eye,  no,"  said  the  dame,  slyly. 

"  Which  eye  do  you  see  me  with  ?"  said  he. 

"  With  this  eye,  gossip,  and  very  clearly,  I  would  have  you  know,"  and  she  pointed  to 
her  right  eye. 

Then  the  little  man  swelled  out  his  cheeks  until  they  were  like  two  little  brown  dump- 
lings. Puff !  he  blew  a  breath  into  the  good  dame's  eye.  Puff !  he  blew,  and  if  the  dame's 
eye  had  been  a  candle,  the  light  of  it  could  not  have  gone  out  sooner. 

The  dame  felt  no  smart,  but  she  might  wink  and  wink,  and  wink  again,  but  she  would 
never  wink  sight  into  the  eye  upon  which  the  little  man  had  blown  his  breath,  for  it  was 
blind  as  the  stone  wall  back  of  the  mill,  where  Tom  the  tinker  kissed  the  miller's  daughter. 

Dame  Margery  Twist  never  greatly  missed  the  sight  of  that  eye ;  but  all  the  same,  I 
would  give  both  of  mine  for  it. 

All  of  these  things  are  told  at  Tavistock  town  even  to  this  day;  and  if  you  go  thither, 
you  may  hear  them  for  yourself. 


But  I  say  again,  as  I  said  at  first:  if  one  could  only  hold  one's  tongue 
as  to  what  one  sees,  one  would  be  the  better  for  it. 


Song  of  ye  Gossips 


One/  old  maid, 
AncLarvo 


And  another  old  maid  -  fhatS  fhree- 


And  fhey  were/  agoffi  ping ,  I  ^m  afraid , 
v     Ar  fhey  Tat  fipptng  fheirtoa,. 

Thoytalkedoffhi5, 
And  fhey  talked  pffhat, 
Infheufual  goffrping  \vay 
il  everybody  was  blacLa^yourhat, 
And  fhe  only  oner-white  were  fhey. 

S^  3 


And 
Fof  fhefhird  rhad  gone  into 

tal  kedin  a\vay  of  fhat  fhird^ld  maid, 
Which  never  would  do  to  repeat. 


all  abac, 
werc^b°fh  away; 

**Pv©  never, yet  met,"  ftiid  iixe,-wlfh  a  g 
"5  ach ,  fcandaloa$  talkcus 


For  np'matter 
Or  what  fofli  £ay  to  o 
1$  fare  t<>  breed 


Victim  to  Science 


VICTIM 

TO 

SCIENCES0 

...    were  two  wise  physicians  once,  of  glory  and  renown, 
Who  went  to  take  a  little  walk  nigh  famous  Concord  town. 
Oh!  very^ery  great  and  wise  and  learned  men  were  fhey, 
And  wise  analearned  was  thr  talk, as  they  walked  on  fhr  way. 
And  as  they  walked,and  talkedand  talked,fhey  came  towhre  fhey 
A  Crow  as  black  as  any  hat,  a-sitting  on  y  e  ground .  found 

Ye  C  row  was  very,  very  sick,  as  you  may  quickly  see 
By  just  looking  at  ye  picture  th*  i$  drawn  hre  by  n\e. 
Nowwhn  yc  doctors  came  to  him  they  rnendea  of  thrpace, 
And  jald  one  untoye  other,  wHre's  an  interesting  case  j 
Acasefh*  shld be  treated»and  be  treated  speedily. 
Ihave-yes,hereitl5-apill  thl  has  been  made  by  me. 
Now,I  nave  had  occasion— ?>  Said  yeofher,"Jn  most  cases 
V^urpillf  are  excellently  good, but  hre,  my  friend,  are  traces 
Ofa  lasJltude^a  langu^w  your  pills  d<*  hardly  aid; 
In  short^friey'reramer  violent  for  thy  am  afraid  • 
1  have  atJncture—"  Said yefirst,"Your  tincture  cannot  touch 
A  case  as  difficult  as  fhS  my  pills  are  better,  much  * 
**Your  pills, $lr,are too  violent. ""  c«your  tonic  is  too  weak." 
WA3 Ihave said, sir, In fh5  case-* "Permit me,sir,to speak? 
And  sofheyaraued  long  and  high,  and  on, and  on,  an  don, 
Until  fhey  lost  their  tempers ,  ana  anhour  or  m<>re  had  gone. 
But  Jong  bcf  ore  their  arguments  yc  question  did  decide, 
YeCrow,  notwalting  fbp  yeend,  incontinently  died 


r 


(  //    apparent  .  ) 


lvUl^^^\flP 


lay  and  Earnest 


pi 


a 


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a-. 


O 


vcrdewy 


Rufhed  a  mad-cap  breeze  atplay^ 
And  the,  dalfi&5,like  fee  bright 

Staw  at  night, 
Danced  and  twinkled  inJu  way. 


,a  tre®  called  to  £he  breeze  i 

"Little  breeze,, 
ou  come  and  have  a  play  ?  " 
And  tf\e  \vind  uponJtj  "w^ry 

Stopped  to  play. 

Then  fhe  leaver  ,>vifh  fudden  rtilver, 
5udden  quiver, 


-  c  ap  bree  z  e 
Wifli  deJight. 

Presently  fhe  breeze  grew 

For  it  cared  to  play  n°  longer. 
So  it  flung  the  limb*  about, 
Andittoffed  deleaves  in  rout, 

Till  it  ro  a  red,  a-Sfrvugh  with  thunder. 
Then  fho  poor  tTee  gfoaried  and  bent  , 
And  the  breez0,-a  temper-rent 
Leaves  'and  branches  frorr»iit5cr°wn; 
Till,at  laft,it,flung.It  down, 

Stripped  ,  and  bare  ,  and  torn  afunder* 


M.F. 


/ 

TTe  Story  of  one  who  took  his 
eggs  to  a  good  market 


""V/ES,  Peter  is  clever."  So  said  his  mother;  but  then 
X  every  goose  thinks  her  own  gosling  a  swan. 

The  minister  and  all  of  the  people  of  the  village  said  Peter  was  but  a  dull  block.  Maybe 
Peter  was  a  fool ;  but,  as  the  old  saying  goes,  never  a  fool  tumbles  out  of  the  tree  but  he 
lights  on  his  toes.  So  now  you  shall  hear  how  that  Peter  sold  his  two  baskets  of  eggs  for 
more  than  you  or  I  could  do,  wise  as  we  be. 

"  Peter,"  said  his  mother. 

"  Yes,"  said  Peter,  for  he  was  well  brought  up,  and  always  answered  when  he  was 
spoken  to. 

"  My  dear  little  child,  thou  art  wise,  though  so  young  now ;  how  shall  we  get  money  to 
pay  our  rent?" 

"  Sell  the  eggs  that  the  speckled  hen  has  laid,"  said  Peter. 

"  But  when  we  have  spent  the  money  for  them,  what  then  ?" 

"  Sell  more  eggs,"  said  Peter,  for  he  had  an  answer  for  everything. 

"  But  when  the  speckled  hen  lays  no  more  eggs,  what  shall  we  do  then  ?" 

"  We  shall  see,"  said  Peter. 

"  Now  indeed  art  thou  wise,"  said  his  mother, "  and  I  take  thy  meaning ;  it  is  this,  when 
we  have  spent  all,  we  must  do  as  the  little  birds  do,  and  trust  in  the  good  Heaven."  Peter 
meant  nothing  of  the  kind,  but  then  folks  will  think  that  such  wise  fellows  as  Peter  and  I 
mean  more  than  we  say,  whence  comes  our  wisdom. 

So  the  next  day  Peter  started  off  to  the  town,  with  the  basket  full  of  nice  white  eggs. 
The  day  was  bright  and  warm  and  fair;  the  wind  blew  softly,  and  the  wheat-fields  lay  like 
green  velvet  in  the  sun.  The  flowers  were  sprinkled  all  over  the  grass,  and  the  bees  kicked 
up  their  yellow  legs  as  they  tilted  into  them.  The  garlic  stuck  up  stout  spikes  into  the 
air,  and  the  young  radishes  were  green  and  lusty.  The  brown  bird  in  the  tree  sang, 
"  cuckoo !  cuckoo !"  and  Peter  trudged  contentedly  along,  kicking  up  little  clouds  of  dust 
at  every  footstep,  whistling  merrily  and  staring  up  into  the  bright  sky,  where  the  white 
clouds  hung  like  little  sheep,  feeding  on  the  wide  blue  field.  "  If  those  clouds  were 
sheep,  and  the  sheep  were  mine,  then  I  would  be  a  great  man  and  very  proud,"  said  Peter. 


4$  PEPPER   AND    SALT. 

But  the  clouds  were  clouds,  and  he  was  not  a  great  man ;  nevertheless,  he  whistled  more 
merrily  than  ever,  for  it  was  very  nice  to  think  of  these  things. 

So  he  trudged  along  with  great  comfort  until  high  noontide,  against  which  time  he  had 
come  nigh  to  the  town,  for  he  could  see  the  red  roofs  and  the  tall  spires  peeping  over  the 
crest  of  the  next  green  hill.  By  this  time  his  stomach  was  crying,  "give!  give!"  for  it 
longed  for  bread  and  cheese.  Now,  a  great  gray  stone  stood  near  by  at  the  forking  of  the 
road,  and  just  as  Peter  came  to  it  he  heard  a  noise.  "  Click !  clack !"  he  turned  his 
head,  and,  lo  and  behold !  the  side  of  the  stone  opened  like  a  door,  and  out  came  a  little 
old  man  dressed  all  in  fine  black  velvet.  "  Good  -  day,  Peter,"  said  he.  "  Good  -  day,  sir," 
said  Peter,  and  he  took  off  his  hat  as  he  spoke,  for  he  could  see  with  half  an  eye  that  this 
little  old  gentleman  was  none  of  your  cheese-paring  fine  folks. 

"  Will  you  strike  a  bargain  with  me  for  your  eggs  ?"  said  the  little  old  man.  Yes,  Peter 
would  strike  a  bargain ;  what  would  the  little  gentleman  give  him  for  his  eggs  ?  "I  will 
give  you  this,"  said  the  little  old  man,  and  he  drew  a  black  bottle  out  of  his  pocket. 

Peter  took  the  bottle  and  turned  it  over  and  over  in  his  hands.  "  It  is,"  said  he,  "  a 
pretty  little,  good  little,  sweet  little  bottle,  but  it  is  not  worth  as  much  as  my  basket  of  eggs." 

"  Prut !"  said  the  little  gentleman,  "  now  you  are  not  talking  like  the  wise  Peter.  You 
should  never  judge  by  the  outside  of  things.  What  would  you  like  to  have?" 

"  I  should  like,"  said  Peter,  "  to  have  a  good  dinner." 

"  Nothing  easier !"  said  the  little  gentleman,  and  he  drew  the  cork.  Pop !  pop !  and 
what  should  come  out  of  the  bottle  but  two  tall  men,  dressed  all  in  blue  with  gold  trim- 
mings. "  What  will  you  have,  sir  ?"  said  the  first  of  these  to  the  little  gentleman. 

"  A  good  dinner  for  two,"  said  the  little  man. 

No  sooner  said  than  done;  for,  before  you  could  say  Frederic  Strutzenwillenbachen, 
there  stood  a  table,  with  a  sweet,  clean,  white  cloth  spread  over  it,  and  on  this  was  the 
nicest  dinner  that  you  ever  saw,  for  there  was  beer  and  chitterlings,  and  cheese  and  good 
white  bread,  fit  for  the  king.  Then  Peter  and  the  little  man  fell  to  with  might  and  main, 
and  ate  till  they  could  eat  no  more.  After  they  were  done,  the  two  tall  men  took  table 
and  dishes  and  all  back  into  the  bottle  again,  and  the  little  gentleman  corked  it  up. 

"  Yes,"  said  Peter,  "  I  will  give  you  my  basket  of  eggs  for  the  little  black  bottle."  And 
so  the  bargain  was  struck.  Then  Peter  started  off  home,  and  the  little  man  went  back 
again  into  the  great  stone  and  closed  the  door  behind  him.  He  took  the  basket  of  eggs 
with  him ;  where  he  took  it  neither  Peter  nor  I  will  ever  be  able  to  tell  you. 

So  Peter  trudged  along  homeward,  until,  after  a  while,  the  day  waxing  warm,  he  grew 
tired.  "  I  wish,"  said  he,  "  that  I  had  a  fine  white  horse  to  ride." 

Then  he  took  the  cork  out  of  the  bottle.  Pop!  pop!  and  out  came  the  two  tall  fel- 
lows, just  as  they  had  done  for  the  little  old  man.  "  What  will  you  have,  sir  ?"  said  the 
first  of  them. 

"  I  will  have,"  said  Peter,  "  a  fine  white  horse  to  ride." 

No  sooner  said  than  done ;  for  there,  before  him  in  the  road,  stood  a  fine  white  horse, 
with  a  long  mane  and  tail,  just, like  so  much  spun  silk.  In  his  mouth  was  a  silver  bit;  on 
his  back  was  a  splendid  saddle,  covered  all  over  with  gold  and  jewels;  on  his  feet  were 
shoes  of  pure  gold,  so  that  he  was  a  very  handsome  horse  indeed. 

Peter  mounted  on  his  great  horse  and  rode  away  home,  as  grand  as  though  he  were  a 
lord  or  a  nobleman. 

Every  one  whom  he  met  stopped  in   the  middle  of  the  road  and  looked  after  him. 


CLEVER   PETER   AND    THE    TWO   BOTTLES. 


49 


"  Just  look  at  Peter !"  cried  they ;  but  Peter  held  his  chin  very  high,  and  rode  along  with- 
out looking  at  them,  for  he  knew  what  a  fine  sight  he  was  on  his  white  horse. 

And  so  he  came  home  again. 

"  What  didst  thou  get  for  thy  eggs,  my  little  duck  ?"  said  his  mother. 

"  I  got  a  bottle,  mother,"  said  Peter. 

Then  at  first  Peter's  mother  began  to  think  as  others  thought,  that  Peter  was  a  dull 
block.  But  when  she  saw  what  a  wonderful  bottle  it  was,  and  how  it  held  many  good  things 
and  one  over,  she  changed  her  mind  again,  and  thought  that  her  Peter  was  as  wise  as  the 
moon. 


And  now  nothing  was  lacking  in  the  cottage ;  if  Peter  and  his  mother  wanted  this,  it 
came  to  them ;  if  they  wished  for  that,  the  two  tall  men  in  the  bottle  fetched  it.  They 
lined  the  house  all  inside  with  pure  gold,  and  built  the  chimneys  of  bricks  of  silver,  so  that 
there  was  nothing  so  fine  between  all  the  four  great  rivers.  Peter  dressed  in  satin  and  his 
mother  in  silk,  and  everybody  called  him  "  Lord  Peter."  Even  the  minister  of  the  village 
said  that  he  was  no  dull  boy,  for  nobody  is  dull  who  rides  on  horseback  and  never  wears 
wooden  shoes.  So  now  Peter  was  a  rich  man. 


PEPPER   AND   SALT. 


One  morning  Peter  said  to  his  mother,  "  Mother,  I  am  going  to  ask  the  King  to  let 
me  marry  his  daughter." 

To  this  his  mother  said  nothing,  for  surely  her  Peter  was  as  good  as  any  princess  that 
ever  lived. 

So  off  Peter  rode,  dressed  all  in  his  best  and  seated  astride  of  a  grand  horse.  At  last 
he  came  to  the  palace,  which  was  finer  than  the  handsome  new  house  of  Herr  Mayor 
Kopff.  Rap !  rap !  rap !  Peter  knocked  at  the  door,  and  presently  came  a  neat  servant  girl 
and  opened  it  to  him.  ."  Is  the  King  at  home,  my  dear?"  said  Peter. 

Yes,  the  King  was  at  home ;  would  he  come  into  the  parlor  and  sit  down  ?  So  Peter 
went  into  the  parlor  and  sat  down,  and  then  the  King  came  in,  dressed  all  in  his  best 
dressing-gown,  with  silver  slippers  upon  his  feet,  and  a  golden  crown  upon  his  head. 

"  What  is  your  name  ?"  said  the  King. 

"  Peter  Stultzenmilchen,"  said  Peter. 

"  And  what  do  you  want,  Lord  Peter,"  said  the 
King;  for,  as  I  have  said,  Peter  was  dressed  in  his 
best  clothes,  and  the  old  King  thought  that  he  was 
a  great  lord. 


Palace- upon- his*  fine.  Horse 


"  I  want  to  marry  your  daughter,"  said  Peter. 

To  this  the  King  said  "  Hum-m-m,"  and  Peter  said  nothing.  Then  the  King  said  that 
he  had  determined  that  no  one  should  marry  his  daughter  without  bringing  him  a  basket- 
ful of  diamonds,  rubies,  topazes,  emeralds,  pearls,  and  all  manner  of  precious  stones ;  for  he 
thought  by  this  to  get  rid  of  Peter. 

"  Is  that  all  ?"  said  Peter.     "  Nothing  is  easier." 

So  off  he  went,  until  he  came  to  a  chestnut  woods  just  back  of  the  royal  kitchen-gar- 
den. There  he  uncorked  his  bottle.  Pop !  pop !  and  out  came  the  two  tall  men. 
"What  will  you  have,  sir?"  said  they.  Peter  told  them  what  he  wanted,  and  it  was  no 
sooner  said  than  done ;  for,  there  on  the  ground  before  him,  stood  a  basketful  of  all 
kinds  of  precious  stones ;  each  of  them  was  as  large  as  a  hen's  egg,  and  over  all  of  them 
was  spread  a  nice  clean  white  napkin.  So  Peter  took  the  basket  on  his  arm  and  went 
back  again  to  the  palace. 

But  how  the  King  did  open  his  eyes,  to  be  sure,  and  how  he  stared  !  "  Now,"  said 
Peter,  "  I  should  like  to  marry  your  daughter,  if  you  please." 

At  this  the  King  hemmed  and  hawed  again.  No,  Peter  could  not  marry  the  Princess 
yet,  for  the  King  had  determined  that  no  man  should  marry  his  daughter  without  bring- 
ing him  a  bird  all  of  pure  silver  that  could  sing  whenever  it  was  wanted,  and  that  more 
sweetly  than  a  nightingale ;  for  he  thought  that  now  he  should  be  rid  of  Peter,  at  any  rate. 

"  Nothing  easier,"  said  Peter,  and  off  he  went  again. 


CLEVER    PETER   AND    THE    TWO    BOTTLES.  51 

When  he  had  come  to  the  chestnut  woods,  he  uncorked  his  bottle  and  told  the  two 
tall  men  what  he  wanted.  No  sooner  said  than  done ;  for  there  was  a  bird  all  of  pure 
silver.  And  not  only  that,  but  the  bird  sat  in  a  little  golden  tree,  and  the  leaves  of  the 
tree  were  emeralds,  and  rubies  hung  like  cherries  from  the  branches. 

Then  Peter  wrapped  this  up  in  his  handkerchief  and  took  it  to  the  palace.  As  for  the 
King,  he  could  not  look  at  it  or  listen  to  it  enough. 

"  Now,"  said  Peter,  "  I  should  like  to  marry  your  daughter,  if  you  please." 

But  at  this  the  King  sang  the  same  tune  again.  No,  Peter  could  not  marry  his  daugh- 
ter yet,  for  the  King  had  determined  that  the  man  who  was  to  marry  his  daughter  should 
first  bring  him  a  golden  sword,  so  keen  that  it  could  cut  a  feather  floating  in  the  air,  yet 
so  strong  that  it  could  cut  through  an  iron  bar. 


"  Nothing  easier,"  said  Peter,  and  this  time  the  men  of  the  bottle  brought  him  such 
a  sword  as  he  asked  for,  and  the  hilt  was  studded  all  over  with  precious  stones,  so  that  it 
was  very  handsome  indeed.  Then  Peter  brought  it  to  the  King,  and  it  did  as  the  King 
would  have  it — it  cut  through  a  feather  floating  in  the  air;  as  for  the  iron  bar,  it  cut 
through  that  as  easily  as  you  would  bite  through  a  radish. 

And  now  it  seemed  as  though  there  was  nothing  else  to  be  done  but  to  let  Peter 
marry  the  Princess.  So  the  King  asked  him  in  to  supper,  and  they  all  three  sat  down 
together,  the  King  and  the  Princess  and  Peter.  And  it  was  a  fine  feast,  I  can  tell  you, 
for  they  had  both  white  and  red  wine,  besides  sausages  and  cheese,  and  real  white  bread 
and  puddings,  and  all  manner  of  good  things ;  for  kings  and  princesses  eat  and  drink  of 
the  best. 

5 


52  PEPPER    AND    SALT. 

As  for  Peter,  he  made  eyes  at  the  Princess,  and  the  Princess  looked  down  on  her 
plate  and  blushed,  and  Peter  thought  that  he  had  never  seen  such  a  pretty  girl. 

After  a  while  the  King  began  to  question  Peter  how  he  came  by  all  these  fine  things 
—  the  precious  stones,  the  silver  bird,  and  the  golden  sword;  but  no,  Peter  would  not 
tell.  Then  the  King  and  the  Princess  begged  and  begged  him,  until,  at  last,  Peter  lost  his 
wits  and  told  all  about  the  bottle.  Then  the  King  said  nothing  more,  and  presently,  it 
being  nine  o'clock,  Peter  went  to  bed.  After  he  had  gone  the  King  and  the  Princess  put 
their  heads  together,  and  the  end  of  the  matter  was  that  the  wicked  King  went  to  Peter's 
room  and  stole  the  bottle  from  under  the  pillow  where  he  had  hidden  it,  and  put  one  in  its 
place  that  was  as  empty  as  a  beer  barrel  after  the  soldiers  have  been  in  the  town ;  for  the 
King  and  the  Princess  thought  that  it  would  be  a  fine  thing  to  have  the  bottle  for  them- 
selves. 

When  the  next  morning  had  come,  and  they  were  all  sitting  at  their  breakfast 
together,  the  King  said,  "  Now,  Lord  Peter,  let  us  see  what  your  bottle  will  do ;  give  us 
such  and  such  a  kind  of  wine." 

"  Nothing  easier,"  said  Peter.  Then  he  uncorked  the  bottle,  but  not  so  much  as  a 
single  dead  fly  came  out  of  it. 

"  But  where  is  the  wine  ?"  said  the  King. 

"  I  do  not  know,"  said  Peter. 

At  this  the  King  called  him  hard  names  and  turned  him  put  of  the  palace,  neck  and 
heels ;  so  back  poor  Peter  went  to  his  mother  with  a  flea  in  his  ear,  as  the  saying  is.  Now 
he  was  poor  again,  and  everybody  called  him  a  dull  block,  for  he  rode  no  great  white 
horse  and  he  wore  wooden  shoes. 

"  Never  mind,"  said  his  mother,  "  here  is  another  basket  of  eggs  from  the  speckled  hen." 
So  Peter  set  off  with  these  to  the  market  town,  as  he  had  done  with  the  others  before. 
When  he  had  come  to  the  great  stone  at  the  forking  of  the  road,  whom  should  he  meet 
but  the  same  little  gentleman  he  had  met  the  first  time.  "  Will  you  strike  a  bargain  ?" 
said  he.  Yes,  Peter  would  strike  a  bargain,  and  gladly.  Thereupon  the  little  old  man 
brought  out  another  black  bottle. 

"  Two  men  are  in  this  bottle,"  said  the  little  old  man ;  "  when  they  have  done  all  that 
you  want  them  to  do,  say  '  brikket-ligg '  and  they  will  go  back  again.  Will  you  trade 
with  me?"  Yes,  Peter  would  trade.  So  Peter  gave  the  little  man  the  eggs,  and  the 
little  man  gave  Peter  the  second  bottle,  and  they  parted  very  good  friends. 

After  a  while  Peter  grew  tired.  "  Now,"  said  he  to  himself,  "  I  will  ride  a  little ;"  and 
so  he  drew  the  cork  out  of  the  bottle.  Pop !  pop !  out  came  two  men  from  the  bottle ; 
but  this  time  they  were  ugly  and  black,  and  each  held  a  stout  stick  in  his  hand.  They 
said  not  a  word,  but,  without  more  ado,  fell  upon  Peter  and  began  threshing  him  as 
though  he  was  wheat  on  the  barn  floor.  "  Stop !  stop !"  cried  Peter,  and  he  went  hopping 
and  skipping  up  and  down,  and  here  and  there,  but  it  seemed  as  though  the  two  ugly 
black  men  did  not  hear  him,  for  the  blows  fell  as  thick  as  hail  on  the  roof.  At  last  he 
gathered  his  wits  together,  like  a  flock  of  pigeons,  and  cried,  "brikket-ligg!  brikket-ligg!" 
Then,  whisk !  pop !  they  went  back  into  the  bottle  again,  and  Peter  corked  it  up,  and 
corked  it  tightly,  I  can  tell  you. 

The  next  day  he  started  off  to  the  palace  once  more.  Rap !  rap !  rap !  he  knocked  at 
the  door.  Was  the  King  at  home  ?  Yes,  the  King  was  at  home ;  would  he  come  and  sit 
in  the  parlor? 


CLEVER   PETER   AND    THE    TWO    BOTTLES. 


53 


Presently  the   King  came   in,  in  dressing-gown   and   slippers.     "What!   are  you  back 
again  ?"  said  he. 

"  Yes ;   I  am  back  again,"  said  Peter. 

"  What  do  you  want  ?"  said  the  King. 

"  I  want  to  marry  the  Princess,"  said  Peter. 

"  What  have  you  brought  this  time  ?"  said  the  King. 

"  I  have  brought  another  bottle,"  said  Peter. 

Then  the  King  rubbed  his  hands  and  was  very  polite  indeed,  and  asked  Peter  in  to 


breakfast,  and  Peter  went.  So  they  all  three  sat  down  together,  the  King,  the  Princess, 
and  Peter. 

"  My  dear,"  said  the  King,  to  the  Princess,  "  the  Lord  Peter  has  brought  another  bottle 
with  him."  Thereat  the  Princess  was  very  polite  also.  Would  Lord  Peter  let  them  see 
the  bottle?  Oh  yes!  Peter  would  do  that;  so  he  drew  it  out  of  his  pocket  and  sat  it 
upon  the  table. 

Perhaps  they  would  like  to  have  it  opened.  Yes,  that  they  would.  So  Peter  opened 
the  bottle. 

Hui !  what  a  hubbub  there  was !     The  King  hopped  about  till  his  slippers  flew  off.  his 


54 


PEPPER   AND    SALT. 


dressing-gown  fluttered  like  great  wings,  and  his  crown  rolled  off  from  his  head  and 
across  the  floor,  like  a  quoit  at  the  fair.  As  for  the  Princess,  she  never  danced  in  all  of 
her  life  as  she  danced  that  morning.  They  made  such  a  noise  that  the  soldiers  of  the 
Royal  Guard  came  running  in ;  but  the  two  tall  black  men  spared  them  no  more  than  the 
King  and  the  Princess.  Then  came  all  of  the  Lords  of  the  Council,  and  they  likewise 
danced  to  the  same  music  as  the  rest.  "  Oh,  Peter !  dear  Lord  Peter !  cork  up  your  men 
again !"  they  all  cried. 

"  Will  you  give  me  back  my  bottle  ?"  said  Peter. 

"  Yes !  yes  !"  cried  the  King. 

"  Will  you  marry  me  ?"  said  Peter. 

"  Yes  !  yes  !"  cried  the  Princess. 

Then  Peter  said  "  brikket-ligg !"  and  the  two  tall  men  popped  back  into  the  bottle  again. 
So  the  King  gave  him  back  his  other  bottle,  and  the  minister  was  called  in  and  married 
him  to  the  Princess. 

After  that  he  lived  happily,  and  when  the  old  King  died  he  became  King  over  all  of 
the  land.  As  for  the  Princess,  she  was  as  good  a  wife  as  you  ever  saw,  but  Peter  always 
kept  the  bottle  near  to  him — maybe  that  was  the  reason. 


Ah  me !  if  I  could  only  take  my  eggs  to  such  a  market  and  get  two 

such  bottles  for  them !     What  would  I  do  with  them  ? 

It  would  take  too  long  to  tell  you. 


Clever  PGter>open$-^e-L7nli;cky'BoLda  -fop 


he  Occident  of  Birth 


e  accident 
of  birfh- 


U5edto5end,s°lamtold, 
0\llnew£born  babes 


King  FriedrichT^axQof  Stultzenmannenkim, 
Tor  many  years  unto  ye  Saint  dfd  pray, 

That  hewould  send  unto  his  Queen  and  him* 
A  baby£>cy,tobeye  King  s°meday. 

At  laity  e  Saint  ye  King's  petit  ion  heard, 

And  called  to  him  a  f°ber  long-legged  bird. 


Qyofh  he^Good  WiihelmStorkOuchwau  its  name), 

Here  1$  a  baby  boy  to  take  away. 
Itlsfor  Fritz  $  5°bear  hlmtoy^  jamev, 

hi5Qjieen5wifliout  delay. 


For  on&  grow5  weary  when  one  always  hears 
daily  dinning  inone'j 


MowWilhelm  Stork  was  old.and  dull  of  wits, 
Forage  not  alway?  ^harpenswiidomimuch, 

^o-what  does  he  but  bear  ye  gift  to  Fritz 
Ye  cobbler,  who  had  half  a  $c  ore  of  such. 

And  joyebeiby, through  a  blunder,  pajjed 

From  being  first  of  all,  unto-   y^last. 


m)us  I  gather  fhat  a  newborn  Prince,  j^ 
From  new^bopn  cobbler^  5°nnewhat  hard  IP 

For 'which  of  us  could  telly e  difference,$lnce 
Onefhuj  experienced  was  mistaken  so?  ' 

AJjo,  perhapj,/ Should  be  great,  Instead 

^to  earn  my  dai ly  bread 


Romantic  Adventures 

of 
Three  Tailors 


1     Romantic  Adventures-ofThreeTailor  s 


Li  tile-  mervw  ent»aj  aggi  n  g. 
Along.jrvfhe-  sunshiny  •  weafh'er* 


And-fh&reatwrii  I  e- 


Aufhree-jol  ly  tailor  -m  en.al  !•  w  ere>  they. 

As-you^d«find-in-a'dozen-of.  years. 
One^arriedfhesyardsticloanofher'f. 

And-  fhe*brave5&of*all:bore.fhe 


Ho*»d.Py/e. 


Theycame-w  here -three-mil  k.- 
•maidMat'  all-on-a«srile  - 

The-gra5*-it'Was-greervand'the-v 
flowers^ 


•weather- 
And-fhe-milkmaids-were- 


all-together. 

Then-fhey-^topped-on-fhe-High- 
•way.fhose-fhree.gallant-men 
For-  they-  never-  Kad>seerva$-fair 
J  asses  'a.r-fher\ 


tai /or -men- three. 
•  And-the-one  with'the-goodllest' 

parfr  . 

We'are-all-of.uv  good-men,  gallant* 

™  ***         •  •»    '  ^ 

and.free- 

An  d-have-neveiyet-pl  f  §  hled«our.hear  b- 
5o.pri  thee-fai  r«m  ai  d  j-wi  I  lyou»marry.us'all  • 
por-our-hearts-fhey-be-great-mo'*.  our-bocues*  be*j 

Then-up  -jpake-fhe-ffrst'of'  frie-fhree-pretty-dears- 
"FVay « fe.1 1-what-your-fortunej^rn  ay*  be-  s  /  r- " 


'  Thenyou* ve-not-enough-fortune-for-me -  s  i  r- 
For.rlGh.er-young-men'We^halI-mar  ry  •  1  -ween » " 


Along-in-<he-5unjhiny  ^weather* 

ajeit- 


A1! 


r>^w  hen-maictenj-are»wiou  d-like  •  fhe  -mifkm  alden  s  -c  old  • 

»  »Ht  i  •  — .  • >  --i  .   f  111 

•fhe-  tauori- J  o-bp/d  • 

o 


k/^ 


ancy  and  Fact 


FAN  CYAND 


!P^ 


!a.  fhepherd  and  a  fhepherdefj, 

They  dwelt  in  Arcadee, 
And  fhey  were  dreffed  in  Watteau  drefs, 

S\°(i  charming  fop  to  fee- . 

They  5 at  upon  the-  <3ewy  graft, 

\Vifh  bud*  and  bl°ff°m5  fet. 
And  £he  fhepherd  playeduniofhelafs, 

Vpona  flageolet - 


It  seemed  to  me  as  though  ft  was 

A  very  pleasant  fhing$ 
Particularly  fo  becaufe 

The  time  of  year-was  Spring. 

But,O!  fhc gro u nd . was  damp, an< 
At  leaf! ,  I  have  been  Told , 

The  fhepherd  caught  fhe  lumbago, 
The  fhepherdefr,a  cold, 

^\y  darling  Child  I  fhe  fact  It 
"  That  fhe  Poet*  often  flng 
Of  fhose  joys  whfch  in  fhc  practice 
Are  anoflker  fort  of  fhing. 


HANS  HECKLEMANN'S  LUCK 


Story  concerning  one  who  would 
have  done  better  to  let 

Enough  . 
alone 


ans  *  H&cklemann's  •  Luck 


HANS    HECKLEMANN  had  no  luck  at  all. 
Now  and   then   we   hear  folks   say  that 
they  have  no  luck,  but  they  only  mean  that  their 

luck  is  bad  and  that  they  are  ashamed  of  it.  Everybody  but  Hans  Hecklemann  had  luck 
of  some  kind,  either  good  or  bad,  and,  what  is  more,  everybody  carries  their  luck  about 
with  them ;  some  carry  it  in  their  pocket-books,  some  carry  it  in  their  hats,  some  carry 
it  on  their  finger  tips,  and  some  carry  it  under  their  tongues — these  are  lawyers.  Mine  is 
at  this  moment  sitting  astride  of  my  pen,  though  I  can  no  more  see  it  than  though  it 
was  thin  air;  whether  it  is  good  or  bad  depends  entirely  as  to  how  you  look  upon  it. 

But  Hans  Hecklemann  had  no  luck  at  all.  How  he  lost  it  nobody  knows,  but  it  is 
certain  that  it  was  clean  gone  from  him. 

He  was  as  poor  as  charity,  and  yet  his  luck  was  not  bad,  for,  poor  as  he  was,  he 
always  had  enough  for  his  wife  and  his  family  and  himself  to  eat.  They  all  of  them 
worked  from  dawn  to  nightfall,  and  yet  his  luck  was  not  good,  for  he  never  laid  one 
penny  on  top  of  the  other,  as  the  saying  is.  He  had  food  enough  to  eat,  and  clothes 
enough  to  wear,  so  his  luck  was  not  indifferent.  Now,  as  it  was  neither  good,  bad,  nor 
indifferent,  you  see  that  it  could  have  been  no  luck  at  all. 

Hans  Hecklemann's  wife  was  named  Catherine.  One  evening  when  Hans  came  into 
the  cottage  with  just  enough  money  to  buy  them  all  bread  and  not  a  cracked  farthing  to 
spare,  Catherine  spoke  to  him  of  this  matter. 

"  Hans,"  said  she,  "  you  have  no  luck  at  all." 

"  No,"  said  Hans,  "  I  have  not,"  which  was  the  truth,  as  I  have  already  told  you. 

"  What  are  you  going  to  do  about  it  ?"  said  Catherine. 

"  Nothing  at  all,"  said  Hans. 

"  Doing  nothing  puts  no  cabbage  into  the  pot,"  said  Catherine. 

"  It  takes  none  out,"  said  Hans. 

"  See,  Hans,"  said  Catherine ;  "  go  to  the  old  wise  woman  in  the  wood  and  talk  to  her 
about  it ;  who  knows  but  that  she  can  tell  you  how  and  where  you  lost  your  luck  ?" 

"  If  I  should  find  my  luck  it  might  be  bad  and  not  good,"  said  Hans. 

"  It  is  worth  having  a  look  at,"  said  Catherine ;  "  you  can  leave  it  where  you  find  it  if 
it  does  not  please  you." 


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PEPPER   AND   SALT. 


"  No,"  said  Hans ;  "when  a  man  finds  his  luck  he  has  to  take  it,  whether  he  likes  it  or  no." 
So  Hans  talked,  but  he  had  made  up  his  mind  to  do  as  Catherine  said,  to  go  and  see 
the  old  wise  woman  in  the  wood.  He  argued  with  her,  but  he  only  argued  with  her  to  let 
her  know  how  little  was  her  knowledge  and  how  great  was  his.  After  he  had  clearly 
shown  her  how  poor  her  advice  was,  he  took  it.  Many  other  men  are  like  Hans  Heck- 
lemann. 

So,  early  the  next  morning,  Hans  jogged  along  to  the  old  wise  woman's  cottage,  while 
the  day  was  sweet  and  fresh.  The  hedgerows  were  covered  all  over  with  white  blossoms, 
as  though  it  was  with  so  much  snow ;  the  cuckoo  was  singing  among  the  budding  branch- 
es, and  the  little  flowers  were  looking  up  everywhere  with  their  bright  faces.  "Surely," 
said  Hans  to  himself,  "if  I  find  my  luck  on  this  day,  it  must  be  good  and  not  ill." 

So  he  came  to  the  little  red  cottage  at  the  edge  of  the  wood  wherein  lived  the  wise 
woman  who  knew  many  things  and  one.  Hans  scraped  his  feet  on  the  stones  until 
they  were  clean,  and  then  he  knocked  at  the  door. 

"  Come  in,"  said  the  old  wise  woman. 
She  was  as  strange  an  old  woman  as 
one  could  hope  to  see  in  a  lifetime.    Her 
nose   bent   down    to  meet   her   chin, 
and  her  chin  bent  up  to  reach  her 
nose ;  her  face  was  gray  with  great 
age,  and  her  hair  was  as  white  as 
snow.    She  wore  a  long  red  cloak 
over  her   shoulders,  and   a  great 
black  cat  sat  on  the  back  of  her 
chair. 

"  What  do  you  want,  Son 
Hans?"  said  she. 

"  I   want   to   find   my   luck, 
mother,"  said  Hans. 

"  Where    did    you    lose    it,    Son 
Hans  ?"  said  she. 

"  That  I  do  not  know,  mother,"  said  Hans. 
Then  the  old  wise  woman  said  "  Hum-m-m !" 
in  a  very  thoughtful  voice,  and  Hans  said  nothing  at  all. 

After  a  while  she  spoke  again.     "  Have  you  enough  to  eat  ?"  said  she. 
"  Oh  yes !"  said  Hans. 
"  Have  you  enough  to  drink  ?"  said  she. 
"  Plenty  of  water,  enough  of  milk,  but  no  beer,"  said  Hans. 
"  Have  you  enough  clothes  to  cover  you  ?"  said  she. 
"  Oh  yes  !"  said  Hans. 

"  Are  you  warm  enough  in  winter  ?"  said  she. 
"  Oh  yes  !"  said  Hans. 

"  Then  you  had  better  leave  well  enough  alone,"  said  she,  "  for  luck  can  give  you 
nothing  more." 

"  But  it  might  put  money  into  my  pocket,"  said  Hans. 

"  And  it  might  take  away  the  good  things  that  you  already  have,"  said  she. 


HANS   HECKLEMANN'S   LUCK. 


"All  the  same,  I  should  like  to  find  it  again,"  said  Hans;  "if  I  could  only  lay  my 
hands  on  it  I  might  make  good  out  of  it,  even  if  it  is  bad." 

"  I  doubt  that,"  said  the  old  wise  woman.  Nevertheless,  she  saw  that  Hans  was  set  in 
his  own  way,  and  that  he  only  talked  stiffness  into  his  stubbornness.  So  she  arose  from 
her  chair  with  much  groaning,  for  her  joints  were  stiffened  with  age,  and  limping  to  a 
closet  in  the  wall  she  brought  a  book  thence.  Then  she  ran  her  finger  down  one  page 
and  up  another,  until  she  had  found  that  which  she  sought.  When  she  had  found  it  she 
spoke  : 

"  Son  Hans,  you  lost  your  luck  three  years  ago  when  you  were  coming  from  the  fair 
at  Kneitlingen.     You  sat  down  on  the  overturned  cross  that  lies  where  three  roads  meet, 
and  it  fell  out  of  your  pocket  along  with  a  silver  shilling.      Now,  Hans,  your  luck   was 
evil,  therefore  it  stuck  to  the  good  sign,  as  all  evil  things  of  that  kind  must,  like  a  fly  to 
butter.    Also,  I  tell  you  this:  when  an  evil  manikin  such  as  this  touches 
the  sign  of  the  good  cross,  he  becomes  visible  to  the  eyes  of  every- 
body who  chooses  to  look  upon  him.     Therefore  go  to  the  stone 
cross  and   you  will  find  your  luck  running  this  way  and  that, 
but  never  able   to  get  away  from   it."      So  saying,  the  old 
woman  shut  her  book  again.    Then  she 
arose  from  her  chair  and  went  once 
more  to  the  closet  in  the  wall.     This 


time  she  took  from  it  a  little  sack  woven  of  black  goat's  hair.  "  When  you  have  found 
your  luck  again,  put  it  into  this  little  bag,"  said  she;  "once  in  it,  no  evil  imp  will  be  able 
to  get  out  again  so  long  as  you  keep  the  strings  tied.  And  now  good-bye !" 

Then  Hans  slipped  the  little  sack  into  his  pocket,  and  set  out  for  the  overturned  stone 
cross  where  the  three  roads  meet.  When  he  had  come  to  the  place,  he  looked  here  and 
there,  and  this  way  and  that,  but  for  a  long  time  he  could  see  nothing  at  all.  At  last, 
after  much  looking,  he  beheld  a  little  black  beetle  running  hither  and  thither  on  the 
stone.  "  I  wonder,"  said  Hans,  "  if  this  can  be  my  luck." 

So  saying,  he  caught  the  little  beetle  betwixt  his  finger  and  thumb,  but  very  carefully, 
for  he  could  not  tell  whether  or  no  it  might  bite  him.  The  beetle  stuck  to  the  stone  as 
though  it  had  been  glued  there,  but,  at  last,  Hans  pulled  it  away;  then  —  lo !  it  was  not  a 
beetle  that  he  held  in  his  hand,  but  a  little  manikin  about  as  long  as  your  thumb  and  as 
black  as  ink.  Hans  Hecklemann  was  so  frightened  that  he  nearly  dropped  it,  for  it  kicked 
and  screeched  and  rolled  its  red  eyes  in  a  very  ugly  way  as  he  held  it.  However,  he 
popped  it  into  the  little  sack  and  pulled  the  strings  tight,  and  there  it  was,  safe  and 
sound. 

That  is  what  Hans  Hecklemann's  luck  was  like. 


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PEPPER    AND    SALT. 


So  Hans  having  his  luck  secure  in  the  little  sack  began  to  bargain  with  it.  "What 
will  you  do  for  me  if  I  let  you  out  ?"  said  he. 

"  Nothing  at  all,"  snarled  his  luck. 

"Very  well,"  said  Hans,  "we  will  see  about  that." 

So  he  carried  it  home  with  him,  and  threw  sack  and  all  into  a  nasty  pot  where  Cath- 
erine cast  the  scrapings  of  the  dishes — the  fat  and  what  not  that  she  boiled  down  into 
soap  now  and  then.  There  he  left  his  luck  to  stay  until  the  next  day,  and  then  he  went 
to  it  again.  "  What  will  you  do  for  me  if  I  will  let  you  out  now  ?"  said  he= 


"  Nothing  at  all,"  snarled  his  luck. 

"  Very  well,"  said  Hans,  "  we  will  see  about  that."  So  he  let  him  stay  where  he  was 
for  another  day.  And  so  the  fiddle  played ;  every  day  Hans  Hecklemann  went  to  his  luck 
and  asked  it  what  it  would  give  him  if  he  would  let  it  out,  and  every  day  his  luck  said 
nothing ;  and  so  a  week  or  more  passed. 

At  last  Hans's  luck  gave  in. 

"  See,  Hans,"  it  said  one  morning ;  "  if  you  will  let  me  out  of  this  nasty  pickle  I  will 
give  you  a  thousand  thalers." 

"  Ah  no !"  said  Hans.  "^Thalers  are  only  thalers,  as  my  good  father  used  to  say. 
They  melt  away  like  snow,  and  then  nothing  is  left  of  them.  I  will  trust  no  such  luck 
as  that!" 

"  I  will  give  you  two  thousand  thalers,"  said  his  luck. 


HANS   HECKLEMANN'S   LUCK. 


67 


"  Ah  no !"  said  Hans ;  "  two  thousand  thalers  are  only  twice  one  thousand  thalers.  I 
will  trust  no  such  luck  as  that  either !" 

"  Then  what  will  you  take  to  let  me  out,  Hans  Hecklemann  ?"  said  his  luck. 

"  Look,"  said  Hans ;  "  yonder  stands  my  old  plough.  Now,  if  you  will  give  me  to  find 
a  golden  noble  at  the  end  of  every  furrow  that  I  strike  with  it  I  will  let  you  out.  If  not — 
why,  then,  into  the  soap  you  go." 

"  Done !"  said  Hans's  luck. 


"Done!"  said  Hans. 

Then  he  opened  the  mouth  of  the  sack,  and — puff !  went  his  luck,  like  wind  out  of  a 
bag,  and — pop !  it  slipped  into  his  breeches  pocket. 

He  never  saw  it  again  with  his  mortal  eyes,  but  it  stayed  near  to  him,  I  can  tell  you. 
"Ha!  ha!  ha!"  it  laughed  in  his  pocket,  "you  have  made  an  ill  bargain,  Hans,  I  can  tell 
you !" 


68  PEPPER   AND    SALT. 

"  Never  mind,"  said  Hans,  "  I  am  contented." 

Hans  Hecklemann  did  not  tarry  long  in  trying  the  new  luck  of  his  old  plough,  as  you 
may  easily  guess.  Off  he  went  like  the  wind  and  borrowed  Fritz  Friedleburg's  old  gray 
horse.  Then  he  fastened  the  horse  to  the  plough  and  struck  the  first  furrow.  When  he 
had  come  to  the  end  of  it — pop!  up  shot  a  golden  noble,  as  though  some  one  had  spun  it 
up  from  the  ground  with  their  finger  and  thumb.  Hans  picked  it  up,  and  looked  at  it 
and  looked  at  it  as  though  he  would  swallow  it  with  his  eyes.  Then  he  seized  the  handle 
of  the  plough  and  struck  another  furrow — pop!  up  went  another  golden  noble,  and  Hans 
gathered  it  as  he  had  done  the  other  one.  So  he  went  on  all  of  that  day,  striking  furrows 
and  gathering  golden  nobles  until  all  of  his  pockets  were  as  full  as  they  could  hold.  When 
it  was  too  dark  to  see  to  plough  any  more  he  took  Fritz  Friedleburg's  horse  back  home 
again,  and  then  he  went  home  himself. 

All  of  his  neighbors  thought  that  he  was  crazy,  for  it  was  nothing  but  plough,  plough, 
plough,  morning  and  noon  and  night,  spring  and  summer  and  autumn.  Frost  and  dark- 
ness alone  kept  him  from  his  labor.  His  stable  was  full  of  fine  horses,  and  he  worked 
them  until  they  dropped  in  the  furrows  that  he  was  always  ploughing. 

"Yes;  Hans  is  crazy,"  they  all  said;  but  when  Hans  heard  them  talk  in  this  way  he 


only  winked  to  himself  and  went  on  with  his  ploughing,  for  he  felt  that  he  knew  this  from 
that. 

But  ill  luck  danced  in  his  pocket  with  the  golden  nobles,  and  from  the  day  that  he 
closed  his  bargain  with  it  he  was  an  unhappy  man.  He  had  no  comfort  of  living,  for  it 
was  nothing  but  work,  work,  work.  He  was  up  and  away  at  his  ploughing  at  the  first 
dawn  of  day,  and  he  never  came  home  till  night  had  fallen ;  so,  though  he  ploughed  golden 
nobles,  he  did  not  turn  up  happiness  in  the  furrows  along  with  them.  After  he  had  eaten 
his  supper  he  would  sit  silently  behind  the  stove,  warming  his  fingers  and  thinking  of 
some  quicker  way  of  doing  his  ploughing.  For  it  seemed  to  him  that  the  gold-pieces  came 
in  very  slowly,  and  he  blamed  himself  that  he  had  not  asked  his  luck  to  let  him  turn  up 
three  at  a  time  instead  of  only  one  at  the  end  of  each  furrow ;  so  he  had  no  comfort  in  his 
gathering  wealth.  As  day  followed  day  he  grew  thin  and  haggard  and  worn,  but  seven 
boxes  of  bright  new  gold-pieces  lay  hidden  in  the  cellar,  of  which  nobody  knew  but  him- 
self. He  told  no  one  how  rich  he  was  growing,  and  all  of  his  neighbors  wondered  why  he 
did  not  starve  to  death. 

So  you  see  the  ill  luck  in  his  breeches  pocket  had  the  best  of  the  bargain  after  all. 

After  Hans  had  gone  the  way  of  all  men,  his  heirs  found  the  chests  full  of  gold  in  the 


HANS    HECKLEMANN'S    LUCK.  69 

cellar,  and  therewith  they  bought  fat  lands  and  became  noblemen  and  gentlemen ;   but 
that  made  Hans's  luck  none  the  better. 

y 
From  all  this  I  gather: 

That  few  folks  can  turn  ill  luck  into  good  luck. 
That  the  best  thing  for  one  to  do  is  to  let  well  enough  alone. 
That  one  cannot  get  happiness  as  one  does  cabbages — with  money. 
That  happiness  is  the  only  good  luck  after  all ! 


Two  Wishes 


HONKAM>  •  PYLE-  DEi-er-  DEL 


HEM 


T 


I! 


An  Angel  went  awalklng  out  one  day,  as  IVe  heard  fald  , 
And,comlng  to  a  faggot-maker,  begged  acrutf  of  .bread 
The  fagg°t*maker  gave  a  cruii  and  something  rather  queer 
TO  wafKitdownwifhali  ,fromauta  battle  fhal  ftoodnear. 
The  AngeLtfnifhed  eating  ;  Sot  Jbefcrehe  left  ,faid  he  , 
"Thou,  fhalt  have  two  v/ifhe>  granted.'tor  fhat  fea  haft  given  me. 
One  wilhfof  that  gooddrinkabl  ^another  f^r  the  bread." 
Then  he  left  fhefaggot-  maker  all  amazed  atwhat  he'dfaid. 


"I  wonder,*  fay*  ^ie  faggot-maker,  after  he  had  g, 
ttlw°nder  iffhere'j  any  trufhinfhat  famelittle  fong  \n 
5°,turnlng  fhisfhfng  <>verinh/smind,hecafl  around, 
'Till  he  faw  the  empty  bottf  e  where  i  t  lay  upon  fhe  ground  . 
"IwifTVTaid  hejuft'as  a  teft  /Mfwhat  he  faid  is  fo, 
Into  -ftiat  empty  b°ttle,  n°w,  £hat  T  may/nraightway  go.J> 
Moiooner  fald  than  done;  for,-Whf/k/  into  theflafk  he  fell  , 
Where  hefbundhimfelf  as  tightly  padced  as  chicken  in  the  fheil  . 
Invain  he-  kicked  and  twifted  ,  and  invainhe  ho  wled  wifh  pain; 
For,in  fpiteofaJl  his  efforts,  he/  could  not  get  out  again. 
fa^eing  how  fhe  matter  stood  f  he  had  to  wifh  once  more  . 
When,  out  henipped,as  eaflly  as  he'd  gone  in  before. 

If  we  had  had  two  wlfhes,  granted  by  an  Angel  fhus, 
We  would  not  throw  away  fhe  good  fo  kind  ly  given  us  . 
F°r  firft  we'd  afk  fbrwifdorn  ,which,when^7e  had  inftore, 
I'm  very  doubtful  if  we'd  care  to  afk  for  anymore. 

>itlMlltl>li>»i>''''JJll^M^ 


HE- 


Verse  with  a  Moral 

but  no  Name 


i/eman  once, of  Haarlem  town, 


•*•»    •)  •  *     *    WAV^  1     A    v*  111         *•          «    '    •      I     • 

\X7ont  wandering  up,and  wandering  down 


And  ever  fhe>  question  afked: 


o 


wi 


'4If  all  fhe  world  was  paper, 
And  if  all  fhe  fea  was  ink , 

And  if  fhe  trees  were  bread  and  cheese, 
What  would  we  do  for  drink  ?  " 

Then  all  fhe  folk,bofh  great  and  final  1, 

Began  to  beat  fheir  brain  j, 
Butfhoy  could  not  anfwer  him  at  all, 
In  fpitc  of  all  fhe/ir  pain*. 


Butftill  hewandered  here  and  fhere*, 
That  man  of  great  renown, 

And  rtill  he  queftioned  everywhere, 
The  folk  of  Haarlem  town: 

"  If  all  fhe  world  was  paper, 
And  if  all  fhe  feawaj  ink, 

And  if  fhe  trees  were  bread  and  cheeje, 
What  would  we  do  for  drink?  " 

Full  fhin  hegrew,aj,day  by  day, 
Ho  toiled  wifh  mental  flrain, 

Until  fhe  wind  blew  him  away, 
And  he  no'er  wa$ 


And  now  mefhinkj  J  hear  you  ;ay, 
u Was  ere  a  man  fo  fool  jfh ,  pray, 

Since  first  fhe  world  began?" 
Ch,hu(h!  riltellyou  secretly, 
DownEafl  fhere  dwells  a  man  ,and  he 
Is  afking  quertions  conrtantly, 
That  none  can  anfwer,  fhat  I  see  j 
Yet  hecs  a  wise -'wise- man! 


Song  of  ye  Rajah 

x 

and ye  Fly 


y e-  Raj  ah- 


G 


reat  and  rich  beyond  comparing 
'WasfheRajah  Rhamajaring, 
A  5  he -went  to  take  an  airing 

\Vifh  his  Court  one  fum  me  relay. 
All  were  gay  wifh  green  and  yellow 
And  a  little  darky  fellow 
B°re  amonftrous  Inn-umbrella, 

Forto  fhade  him  on  fhe  way. 

Now  a  certain  fly,  unwitting 
Of  fhis  grandeur,  came  a-flittlng 
To  fhe  Royal  nofe,  and  fitting', 

Twirled  his  legs  upon  the  Tame. 
Then  fhe  Rajah's  eyes  blazed  fire 
Atfhe  infult,and  fheire 
Inhis  heart  boiled  high  and  higher. 

51ap!    he.flruck-,  but  miffed  his  aim. 


Then  all  trembled  at  his  pafffon, 
For  he  fpoke  in  furious  fafhion., 
5a-wyeho-wyon  flydiddaHi  on 

TO  our  auguft  nofe  ?  "  he  faid 
Now  let  all  wifhin  cur  nation 
"Wage awarwifh out  ceffationj- 
"Warof  b-lood,  ex- ter-mi-nation*,  "^ 

Until  every  fly  is  dead.'!.'!" 


fhewhile  this  war.waf  raging. 
That  fhe  Raj  ah  was  a-waging, 
Things  that  fhould  have  been  engaging 

Hif  attention  went  to  pot. 
So  ho  came  at  lafl  to  beting, 
Though  fhe-  flies  continued  plaguing, 

v>t  (o  cafy  pegging 
Out  vexations 


Fromthi^youmay  fee-whataJl  Kaveta  expect,!  \ 
\VhOjfightinsj  frnall  troubleJ,  great  duties  negloct.r 


FARMER  GRIGGS'S  BOGGART 

Showing  how  easy  it  is  to  let 

Trouble  into  the  House 

and  how  hard  to 

turn  it  out 


armer  Griggs's 


D 


I D  you  ever  hear   of  a   boggart  ?      No ! 

Then  I  will  tell  you.     A  boggart  is   a 

small  imp  that  lives  in  a  man's  house,  unseen  by  any  one,  doing  a  little 
good  and  much  harm.  This  imp  was  called  a  boggart  in  the  old  times, 
now  we  call  such  by  other  names — ill-temper,  meanness,  uncharitableness, 
and  the  like.  Even  now,  they  say,  you  may  find  a  boggart  in  some  houses. 
There  is  no  placing  reliance  on  a  boggart;  sometimes  he  may  seem  to  be 
of  service  to  his  master,  but  there  is  no  telling  when  he  may  do  him  an 
ill  turn. 

Rap !  tap !  tap !  came  a  knock  at  the  door. 

The  wind  was  piping  Jack  Frost's,  for  the  time  was  winter,  and  it  blew  from  the 
north.  The  snow  lay  all  over  the  ground,  like  soft  feathers,  and  the  hay-ricks  looked 
as  though  each  one  wore  a  dunce-cap,  like  the  dull  boy  in  Dame  Week's  school  over 
by  the  green.  The  icicles  hung  down  by  the  thatch,  and  the  little  birds  crouched  shiver- 
ing in  the  bare  and  leafless  hedge-rows. 

But  inside  the  farm-house  all  was  warm  and  pleasant;  the  great  logs  snapped  and 
crackled  and  roared  in  the  wide  chimney-place,  throwing  red  light  up  and  down  the  walls, 
so  that  the  dark  night  only  looked  in  through  the  latticed-windows.  Farmer  Griggs  sat 
warming  his  knees  at  the  blaze,  smoking  his  pipe  in  great  comfort,  while  his  crock  of 
ale,  with  three  roasted  crab -apples  bobbing  about  within  it,  warmed  in  the  hot  ashes 
beside  the  blazing  logs,  simmering  pleasantly  in  the  ruddy  heat. 

Dame  Griggs's  spinning-wheel  went  humm-m-m !  hum-m-m-m-m !  like  a  whole  hiveful 
of  bees,  the  cat  purred  in  the  warmth,  the  dog  basked  in  the  blaze,  and  little  red  sparks 
danced  about  the  dishes  standing  all  along  in  .a  row  on  the  dresser. 

But,  rap !  tap !  tap !  came  a  knock  at  the  door. 

Then  Farmer  Griggs  took  his  pipe  from  out  his  mouth.  "  Did  'ee  hear  un,  dame  ?" 
said  he.  "  Zooks  now,  there  be  somebody  outside  the  door." 

"  Well  then,  thou  gert  oaf,  why  don't  'ee  let  un  in  ?"  said  Dame  Griggs. 

"  Look  'ee  now,"  said  Georgie  Griggs  to  himself,  "  sure  women  be  of  quicker  wits 
than  men !"  So  he  opened  the  door.  Whoo !  In  rushed  the  wind,  and  the  blaze  of  the 
logs  made  as  though  it  would  leap  up  the  chimney  for  fear. 

"  Will  you  let  me  in  out  of  the  cold,  Georgie  Griggs  ?"  piped  a  small  voice.     Farmer 


78  PEPPER   AND    SALT. 

Griggs  looked  down  and  saw  a  little  wight  no  taller  than  his  knee  standing  in  the  snow 
on  the  door-step.  His  face  was  as  brown  as  a  berry,  and  he  looked  up  at  the  farmer  with 
great  eyes  as  bright  as  those  of  a  toad.  The  red  light  of  the  fire  shone  on  him,  and 
Georgie  Griggs  saw  that  his  feet  were  bare  and  that  he  wore  no  coat. 

"  Who  be  'ee,  little  man  ?"  said  Farmer  Griggs. 

"  I'm  a  boggart,  at  your  service." 

"  Na,  na,"  said  Farmer  Griggs,  "  thee's  at  na  sarvice  o'  mine.  I'll  give  na  room  in 
my  house  to  the  likes  o'  thee;"  and  he  made  as  though  he  would  have  shut  the  door 
in  the  face  of  the  little  urchin. 


"  But  listen,  Georgie  Griggs,"  said  the  boggart ;  "  I  will  do  you  a  good  service." 

Then  Farmer  Griggs  did  listen.     "  What  sarvice  will  'ee  do  me  then  ?"  said  he. 

"I'll  tend  your  fires,"  said  the  manikin,  "  I'll  bake  your  bread,  I'll  wash  your  dishes, 
I'll  scour  your  pans,  I'll  scrub  your  floors,  I'll  brew  your  beer,  I'll  roast  your  meat,  I'll 
boil  your  water,  I'll  stuff  your  sausages,  I'll  skim  your  milk,  I'll  make  your  butter,  Til 
press  your  cheese,  I'll  pluck  your  geese,  I'll  spin  your  thread,  I'll  knit  your  stockings, 
I'll  mend  your  clothes,  I'll  patch  your  shoes  —  I'll  be  everywhere  and  do  all  of  the 
work  in  your  house,  so  that  you  will  not  have  to  give  so  much  as  a  groat  for  wages 
to  cook,  scullion,  or  serving  wench !" 

Then  Farmer  Griggs  listened  a  little  longer  without  shutting  the  door,  and  so  did 
Dame  Griggs.  "  What's  thy  name,  boggart  ?"  said  he. 


FARMER    GRIGGS'S    BOGGART. 


79 


"  Hardfist,"  said  the  boggart ;  and  he  came  a  little  farther  in  at  the  door,  for  he  saw 
that  Farmer  Griggs  had  a  mind  to  let  him  in  all  of  the  way. 

"  I  don't  know "  said  Georgie  Griggs,  scratching  his  head  doubtfully ;  "  it's  an  ill  thing, 
lettin'  mischief  intull  the  house !  Thee's  better  outside,  I  doubt." 

"  Shut  the  door,  Georgie !"  called  out  Dame  Griggs ;  "  thou'rt  letten'  th'  cold  air  intull 
th'  room." 

Then  Farmer  Griggs  shut  the  door,  but  the  boggart  was  on  the  inside. 

This  is  the  way  in  which  the  boggart  came  into  Farmer  Griggs's  house,  and  there 


he  was  to  stay,  for  it  is  no  such  easy  matter  getting  rid  of  the  likes  of  him  when  we 
once  let  him  in,  I  can  tell  you. 

The  boggart  came  straightway  over  to  the  warm  fire,  and  the  dog  growled — "chur-r-r-r!" 
— and  showed  his  teeth,  and  the  cat  spit  anger  and  jumped  up  on  the  dresser,  with  her 
back  arched  and  her  tail  on  end.  But  the  boggart  cared  never  a  whit  for  this,  but  laid 
himself  comfortably  down  among  the  warm  ashes. 

Now  imps,  like  this  boggart,  can  only  be  seen  as  the  frost  is  seen — when  it  is  cold. 
So  as  he  grew  warmer  and  warmer,  he  grew  thin,  like  a  jelly-fish,  and  at  last,  when  he 
had  become  thoroughly  warmed  through,  Farmer  Griggs  and  the  dame  could  see  him 
no  more  than  though  he  was  thin  air.  But  he  was  in  the  house,  and  he  stayed  there, 


8o 


PEPPER   AND    SALT. 


I  can  tell  you.  For  a  time  everything  went  as  smooth  as  cream;  all  of  the  work  of  the 
house  was  done  as  though  by  magic,  for  the  boggart  did  all  that  he  had  promised ;  he 
made  the  fires,  he  baked  the  bread,  he  washed  the  dishes,  he  scoured  the  pans,  he 
scrubbed  the  floors,  he  brewed  the  beer,  he  roasted  the  meat,  he  stuffed  the  sausages, 
he  skimmed  the  milk,  he  made  the  butter,  he  pressed  the  cheese,  he  plucked  the  geese, 


he  spun  the  thread,  he  knit  the  stockings,  he  mended  the  clothes,  he  patched  the  shoes 
— he  was  everywhere  and  did  all  of  the  work  of  the  house.  When  Farmer  Griggs  saw 
these  things  done,  and  so  .deftly,  he  rubbed  his  hands  and  chuckled  to  himself.  He  sent 
cook  and  scullion  and  serving  maid  a  packing,  there  being  nothing  for  them  to  do,  for, 
as  I  said,  all  of  these  things  were  done  as  smooth  as  cream.  But  after  a  time,  and  when 
the  boggart's  place  had  become  easy  to  him,  like  an  old  shoe,  mischief  began  to  play  the 
pipes  and  he  began  to  show  his  pranks.  The  first  thing  that  he  did  was  to  scrape  the 
farmer's  butter,  so  that  it  was  light  of  weight,  and  all  of  the  people  of  the  market  town 


FARMER    GRIGGS'S    BOGGART. 


81 


hooted  at  him  for  giving  less  than  he  sold.     Then  he  skimmed  the  children's  milk,  so  that 

they  had   nothing  but  poor  watery  stuff  to  pour  over  their  pottage  of  a  morning..    He 

took  the  milk  from  the  cat,  so  that  it  was  like  to  starve ;  he  even 

pilfered  the  bones   and  scrapings   of  the   dishes   from   the 

poor  house-dog,  as  though  he   was   a  very  magpie.      He 

blew  out  the   rush-lights,  so  that  they  were  all  in  the 

dark  after  sunset;  he  made  the  fires  burn   cold,  and 

played  a  hundred  and  forty  other  impish  tricks   of 

the  like  kind.     As  for  the  poor  little  children,  they 

were    always   crying  and  complaining  that'  the 

boggart  did  this  and  the  boggart  did  that ;  that 

he  scraped  the  butter  from  their  bread  and 

pulled  the  coverlids  off  of  them  at  night. 

Still    the    boggart    did   his    work    well, 
and   so    Farmer    Griggs   put   up    with    his 
evil   ways  as  long  as   he  could.      At  last 
the  time  came  when  he  could  bear  it  no 
longer.     "  Look  'ee,  now,  Mally,"  said  he 
to  his  dame,  "it's  all  along  o'  thee  that 
this  trouble's  coome  intull  th'  house.     I'd 
never   let   the   boggart   in   with    my  own 
good -will!"      So   spoke    Farmer   Griggs, 
for  even   nowadays    there   are  men   here 
and   there   who  will   now   and    then  lay 
their  own  bundle  of  faults  on  their  wives' 
shoulders. 

"  I  bade  thee  do  naught  but  shut  the 
door!"  answered  Dame  Griggs. 

"  Ay ;   it's   easy  enough  to  shut  the 
door  after  the  trouble's  come  in !" 

"  Then  turn  it  out  again  !" 

"Turn  un  out!  Odds  bodkins,  that's 
woman's  wit !      Dost  'ee  not  see  that 
there's  no  turnin'  o'  un  out  ?     Na,  na ; 
there's  naught  to  do  but  to  go  out 
ourselves !" 

Yes  ;  there  was  nothing  else  to 
be   done.       Go    they   must,   if   they 
would   be   rid   of   the   boggart.      So 
one    fine   bright   day   in    the    blessed 
spring-time,  they    packed    all    of   their 
belongings  into  a  great  wain,  or  cart,  and 
set  off  to  find  them  a  new  home. 

Off  they  trudged,  just  as  you  see  in  the 

picture,  the   three   little   children  seated   high   up   in   the   wain,  and   the  farmer  and  the 
dame  plodding  ahead. 


82 


PEPPER   AND    SALT. 


Now,  as  they  came  to  the  bottom  of  Shooter's  Hill,  whom  should  they  meet  but 
their  good  neighbor  and  gossip,  Jerry  Jinks.  "So,  Georgie,"  said  he,  "you're  leavin'  th' 
ould  house  at  last  ?" 

"  High,  Jerry,"  quoth  Georgie.  "  We  were  forced  tull  it,  neighbor,  for  that  black  bog- 
gart torments  us  so  that  there  was  no  rest  night  nor  day  for  it.  The  poor  bairns' 
stomachs  are  empty,  and  the  good  dame's  nigh  dead  for  it.  So  off  we  go,  like  th'  field- 
fares in  the  autumn — we're  flittin',  we're  flittin' !" 

Now  on  the  wain  was  a  tall,  upright  churn ;  as  soon  as  Georgie  had  ended  his  speech, 
the  lid  of  the  churn  began  to  clipper-clapper,  and  who  should  speak  out  of  it  but  the  bog- 
gart himself.  "  Ay,  Jerry !"  said  he,  "  we're  a  flittin'?  we're  a  flittin',  man  !  Good-day  to  ye, 
neighbor,  good-day  to  ye !  Come  and  see  us  soon  time !" 


"  High !"  cried  Georgie  Griggs,  "  art  thou  there,  thou  black  imp  ?  Dang  un  !  We'll  all 
go  back  tull  th'  old  house,  for  sure  it's  better  to  bear  trouble  there  than  in  a  new  place." 

So  back  they  went  again — boggart  and  all. 

By  this  you  may  see,  my  dear,  if  you  warm  an  imp  by  your  fire,  he  will  soon  turn 
the  whole  house  topsy-turvey.  Likewise,  one  cannot  get  rid  of  a  boggart  by  going  from 
here  to  there,  for  it  is  sure  to  be  in  the  cart  with  the  household  things. 

But  how  did  Georgie  Griggs  get  rid  of  his  boggart  ?     That  I  will  tell  you. 

He  went  to  Father  Grimes,  the  wise  man,  who  lived  on  in  a  little  house  on  the 
moor.  "  Father  Grimes,"  said  he,  "  how  shall  I  get  rid  of  my  boggart  ?" 

Then  Father  Grimes  told  him  to  take  this  and  that,  and  to  do  thus  and  so  with  them, 
and  see  what  followed.  So  Farmer  Griggs  went  to  Hugh  the  tailor's,  and  told  him  to 
make  a  pretty  red  coat  and  a  neat  pair  of  blue  breeches.  Then  he  went  to  William 
the  hatter's,  and  bade  him  to  make  a  nice  little  velvet  cap  with  a  bell  at  the  top  of  it. 


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Then  he  went  to  Thomas  the  shoemaker's,  and  bade  him  to  make  a  fine  little  pair  of 
shoes.  So  they  all  did  as  he  told  them,  and  after  these  things  were  made  he  took  them 
home  with  him.  He  laid  them  on  a  warm  spot  on  the  hearth  where  the  boggart  used  to 
come  to  sleep  at  night.  Then  he  and  his  dame  hid  in  the  closet  to  see  what  would  follow. 

Presently  came  the  boggart,  whisking  here  and  dancing  there,  though  neither  the 
farmer  nor  the  dame  could  see  him  any  more  than  though  he  had  been  a  puff  of  wind. 

"  Heigh-ho !"  cried  the  boggart,  "  these  be  fine  things  for  sure."  So  saying,  he  tried  the 
hat  upon  his  head,  and  it  fitted  exactly.  Then  he  tried  the  coat  on  his  shoulders,  and  it 
fitted  like  wax.  Then  he  tried  the  breeches  on  his  legs,  and  they  fitted  as  though  they 
grew  there.  Then  he  tried  the  shoes  on  his  feet,  and  there  never  was  such  a  fit.  So  he 
was  clad  all  in  his  new  clothes  from  top  to  toe,  whereupon  he  began  dancing  until  he 
made  the  ashes  on  the  hearth  spin  around  with  him  as  though  they  had  gone  mad, 
and,  as  he  danced,  he  sang: 

"  Cap  for  the  head,  alas  poor  head ! 
Coat  for  the  back,  alas  poor  back  ! 
Breeks  for  the  legs,  alas  poor  legs ! 
Shoen  for  the  feet,  alas  poor  feet ! 
If  these  be  mine,  mine  cannot  be 
The  house  of  honest  man,  Georgie !" 

So  he  went  singing  and  dan'cing,  and  skipping  and  leaping,  out  of  the  house  and  away. 
As  for  Georgie  Griggs  and  his  dame,  they  never  heard  a  squeak  from  him  afterwards. 

Thus  it  was  that  Farmer  Griggs  got  rid  of  his  boggart.  All  I  can  say  is,  that  if  I 
could  get  rid  of  mine  as  easily  (for  I  have  one  in  my  own  house),  I  would  make  him 
a  suit  of  clothes  of  the  finest  silks  and  satins,  and  would  hang  a  bell  of  pure  silver  on  the 
point  of  his  cap.  But,  alackaday !  there  are  no  more  wise  men  left  to  us,  like  good  Father 
Grimes,  to  tell  one  an  easy  way  to  get  rid  of  one's  boggart. 


ride  in  distress 


//Ill      I       1     I       I       I 


Pride/  in  Diftrefs 


iftrefj  Polly  Poppenj  ay 
Went  to  -take  stwalk  one  day. 
ORfhat  morning  (he  was  dreffed 
In  her  very  funday  beft  ; 
Feafher/,  frills  and  ribbon*  gay,- 


0     O    O 


P°)lypoj>p©njay 
Spoke  tonoone'o/xher  way  > 
Paffe-d  acquaintance*  ajlde'; 
Held  her  head  aloft  wi 
Did  not  fee  a  puddle  lay 


A 


X 


PoJly  Poppenj  ay 
.te  naught  .fhe  folkcould  fay. 
Loud  fhey  cried  "Beware  fhe  puddle  ! 
Plump!  ^heftepped  jnt°  fhe  middle  . 
And  a  pretty  plight  ftralghtway 
'Wa  $  poor  TAjftreft  P^ppenj  ay. 

y^ftreft  Polly  Poppenj  ay, 
From  your  pickle  ofriewnvay 
Learnt0  curb  fheir  pride  a  little  •,- 
Learn  to  exercifeiheir  wit*  till 
They  are  furon9paddle5  may 
t,   WiG  Poppenj  ay* 


Sfi 


rofession  and  Practice 


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nee,  when  5aifrtjSwithin Chanced  to  be1 
A -wandering  in  H  ufvsrarp1 , 

_  _  ^p  °  <D  v     J 

e, being  hungered, caft  around 
fee  if  fomefhing  might  be  found 
flay  his  ffomach- 

Nearby  flood 

A  little/houfe,  befide  a  wood, 
Where  dwelt  a  worthy  man, but  poor. 
Thifherhe  wont;  knocked 

he  good  man  came-,  S aint5wifhin  fEfcf , 
4 1  prifhee^give  acruft  of  bread,,  v» 

TO  eafemy  hunger.  " 

"BrofherVquofh 

T*U  J  «*  T  ,/**>  II  *"  1        /a 

1  negood  man ,   1  am  I  adly  loafn 
To  fay 'C  here  tears  fiood  on  hij  cheekj) 

I  Ve  had  no  bread  for  weeks^and  weeks 

5avo  what  IVe  begged .  Had  I  one  bit, 

Fd  glad  ly  give  fhee/  half  of  it !' 

"H°w;"faid  fhe  Saint "  can  one/ fo  good 

Go  lacking  of  his  daily  food; 
GO  1  acking  means  to  aid  fhe  poor, 
Yet  weep  toturnfhe/mfromhij  door? 
Here  ;take  fhi$  purie  •  /Aarkwhat  I  fay 
TTiou'lt  find  \vifhi nit,everv 
T  \vo  golden  coins .' 


Years  paff ed ;  once  moj 
aint5wifhin  knocked  upon  fhe  door. 
The  g°°d  man  came.  He^d  grown  fat 
And  lufly,  likeawell-fed  cat- 
^Thereat  fhe5aintwaj  pleafedjquofhhe, 
Give  me  a  crufl  ,for  Charity !  " 
*A  crufl,  fhou  faya?  Hut.tut !  J 
V/°uldft  come  a-begging  here?  I  trow, 
Thou  lazy  rafcal ,  5\oucouldft  find 
Enough  of  work ,  had/I  fhou  a  mind ! 
7TiJ  fhine  own  fault ,  if  fhou  art  poop! 
c^B  egone,jir  \ "  Bang! he/fhut  fhe doop. 


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fcratched  his  head 
*  Well  1 4m  _ humph  !-.juft  fo!^  hefaid. 
tl"Ho\v  very  different  ihe  fact  i$ 
'Twixt  fhe  profeffion  and  fhe  practice! 


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HP"- 


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Tale  of  a  Tub 


Talo-ofa-Tub- 


YOU  may  bring  tpmlnd  Pve,  fungy°uaf°ng, 
Ofamanof  Haarlem town . 

Ill  fing  of  anofher,-  't  will  not  take  long;- 
Of  equally  great  renown- 

2 

'  I've/  read''  fald  he /'there's  aland  afar, 

O'er  fheboundlefs  rolling  fea, 
Where  fat  little  pigs  ready  roarted 
r,fhath  £h©  land  forme. 


tart  tree, 
Where  tarts  may  be  plucked  from  fhe  wi  Id 

And  puddings  like  pumpkins  grow, 
Where  candie/5,  like  pebble),  lie  byfhefea,_ 

Now,  fhi^ier  rildraigh  tway  %o  ." 

4 

Now,whatdo  youfhink  1've.heardit  faid 

Was  hiiboat,  hii  o^r,  his  sail? 
A  tub  ,  a  fp°°n  ,  and  a  handkerchief  red  , 
to  bread  bofh  cairn  send  gale. 


S°  He  sailed  away,  for  a  livelon 

And  fhe  sun.\x/a5  warm  and  mild, 

And  fhellnall  \vaves  laughed  as  fheyfeemed 
And  fhe  fea-gulls  clamored  wild. 


So  he  sailed  away,  f°r  a  livelong  day  j 
Till  fhe  \vina  beg  an  to  roar, 

And  fhe  waves  rojehigh ,  and,  to  briefly  say, 
He  never  was  heard  of  more  - 

tLPYLE, 


THE  BIRD  IN  THE  LINDEN  TREE 


Story  which  means  little 
or  nothing 


he-Bird-in-fhe-Linden-Tree- 


NCE  there  was  a  prince,  and  his    name  was  John. 
One  day  his  father  said  to  him,  "  See,  John ;  I  am 
growing  old,  and  after  a  while  the  time  will  come  when  I 
must  go  the  way  of  everybody  else.      Now  I  would  like   to 
see  you  married  before  I  leave  you." 

"  Very  well,"  said  the  Prince,  for  he  always  answered  the  King  in 
seemly  fashion  ;  "  and  who  shall  it  be  ?" 

"  Why  not  the  Princess  of  the  White  Mountain  ?"  said  the  old  King. 
"  Wrhy  not,  indeed  ?"  said  the  young  Prince,  "  only  she  is  too  short." 
"  Why  not  the  Princess  of  the  Blue  Mountain  ?"  said  the  old  King. 
"  Why  not,  indeed  ?"  said  the  young  Prince,  "  only  she  is  too  tall." 
"  Why  not  the  Princess  of  the  Red  Mountain  ?"  said  the  old  King. 
"  Why  not,  indeed  ?"  said  the  young  Prince,  "  only  she  is  too  dark." 
"  Then  who  will  you  have  ?"  said  the  old  King. 

"That  I  do  not  know,"  said  the  young  Prince,  "only  this:  that  her  brow  shall  be  as 
white  as  milk,  and  her  cheeks  shall  be  as  red  as  blood,  and  her  eyes  shall  be  as  blue  as 
the  skies,  and  her  hair  shall  be  like  spun  gold." 

"Then  go  and  find  her!"  said  the  old  King,  in  a  huff,  for  his  temper  was  as  short 
as  chopped  flax.  "And  don't  come  back  again  till  you've  found  her!"  he  bawled  after 
the  Prince  as  he  went  out  to  the  door. 

So  the  Prince  went  out  into  the  wide  world  to  find  such  a  maiden  as  he  spoke  of — 
whose  brow  was  as  white  as  milk,  whose  cheeks  were  as  red  as  blood,  whose  eyes  were  as 
blue  as  the  skies,  and  whose  hair  was  like  spun  gold — and  he  would  have  to  travel  a 
long  distance  to  find  such  a  one  nowadays ;  would  he  not  ? 

So  off  he  went,  tramp!  tramp!  tramp!  till  his  shoes  were  dusty  and  his  clothes  were 
gray.  Nothing  was  in  his  wallet  but  a  lump  of  brown  bread  and  a  cold  sausage,  for  he 
had  gone  out  into  the  world  in  haste,  as  many  a  one  has  done  before  and  since  his  day. 

So  he  went  along,  tramp !  tramp !  tramp !  and  by-and-by  he  came  to  a  place  where 
three  roads  met,  and  there  sat  an  old  woman. 


PEPPER    AND    SALT. 


"  Hui !  hui !  but  I  am  hungry !"  said  the  old  woman. 

Now  the  Prince  was  a  good-hearted  fellow,  so  he  said  to  the  old  woman, "  It  is  little 
I  have,  but  such  as  it  is  you  are  welcome  to  it."  Thereupon  he  gave  the  old  woman  the 
lump  of  brown  bread  and  the  cold  sausage  that  was  in  his  wallet,  and  the  old  woman  ate 
it  up  at  a  bite. 

"  Hui!  hui!  but  I  am  cold!"  said  she. 

"  It  is  little  that  I  have,  but  such  as  it  is  you  are  welcome  to  it,"  said  the  Prince, 
and  he  gave  the  old  woman  the  dusty  coat  off  his  back.  After  that  he  had  nothing 

more  to  give  her. 

"  One   does   not  give  something  for  nothing,"  said  the  old 
woman,  so   she   began   fumbling   about   in   her   pocket   until 
she   found    an    old    rusty   key. 
And  the  best  part  of  the  key 
was,  that  whenever  one  look- 
ed through  the  ring  of  it, 
one    saw    everything    just 
as  it  really  was   and  not 
as  it  seemed  to  be. 

Who  would  not  give 
his  dinner  and  the  coat 
off  his  back  for  such  a 
key? 

After  that  the  Prince 
stepped  out  again,  right 
foot  foremost,  tramp! 
tramp  !    tramp !    until 
evening     had     come, 
and  he  felt  as  hungry 
as  one  is  like  to  do 
when  one  goes  with- 
out one's  dinner.     At 
last  he  came  to  a  dark 
forest,  and  to  a  gray  cas- 
tle that  stood  just  in  the  middle 

of  it.     This  castle  belonged  to  a  great,  ugly  troll,  though  the  Prince  knew  nothing  of  that. 
"  Now  I  shall  have  something  to  eat,"  said  he,  and  he  opened  the  door  of  the  castle 
and  went  in. 

Only  one  person  was  within,  and  that  was  a  maiden ;  but  she  was  as  black  from  head 
to  foot  as  Fritz  the  charcoal  burner.  The  Prince  had  never  seen  the  like  of  her  in  all 
of  his  life  before,  so  he  drew  the  rusty  key  out  of  his  pocket  and  took  a  peep  at  her 
through  the  ring  of  it,  to  see  what  manner  of  body  she  really  was. 

Then  he  saw  that  she  was  no  longer  black  and  ugly,  but  as  beautiful  as  a  ripe  apple ; 
for  her  forehead  was  as  white  as  milk,  her  cheeks  were  as  red  as  blood,  her  eyes  were 
as  blue  as  the  skies,  and  her  hair  was  like  spun  gold.  Moreover,  any  one  could  see 
with  half  an  eye  that  she  was  a  real  princess,  for  she  wore  a  gold  crown  on  her  head, 
such  as  real  princesses  are  never  without. 


THE    BIRD    IN    THE    LINDEN    TREE. 


93 


"  You  are  the  one  whom  I  seek,"  said  the  Prince. 

"  Yes,  I  am  the  one  you  seek,"  said  she. 

"And  how  can  I  free  you  from  your  enchantment?"  said  he. 

"  If  you  will  abide  here  three  nights,  and  will  bear  all  that  shall  happen  to  you  without 
a  word,  then  I  shall  be  free,"  said  she. 

"  Oh  yes,  I  will  do  that,"  said  the  Prince. 

After  that  the  black  Princess  set  a  good  supper  before  him,  and  the  Prince  ate  like 
three  men. 

By-and-by  there  was  a  huge  noise,  and  the  door  opened  and  in  came  an  ugly  troll 
with  a  head  as  big  as  a  bucket.  He  rolled  his  great  saucer  eyes  around  till  he  saw  the 
Prince  where  he  sat  beside  the  fire. 

"  Black  cats  and  spotted  toads !"  bellowed  he,  "  what  are  you  doing  here  ?" 


But  to  this  the  Prince  answered  never  a  word. 

"  We  shall  see  whether  or  no  there  is  sound  in  you !"  roared  the  troll.  Thereupon  he 
caught  the  Prince  by  the  hair  and  dragged  him  out  into  the  middle  of  the  room.  Then 
he  snatched  up  a  great  cudgel  and  began  beating  the  Prince  as  though  he  were  a  sack  of 
barley-flour;  but  the  Prince  said  never  a  word.  At  last  the  troll  had  to  give  over  beating 
him,  for  the  morning  had  come  and  the  troll  was  afraid  the  sun  would  catch  him ;  and 
if  that  were  to  happen,  he  would  swell  up  and  burst  with  a  great  noise.  "  We  shall  see 
whether  you  will  come  again !"  said  he,  and  then  he  left  the  Prince  lying  on  the  floor 
more  dead  than  alive ;  and  if  anybody  was  sore  in  all  of  the  world,  the  Prince  was  that 
man. 


94 


PEPPER    AND    SALT. 


After  the  troll  had  left  the  house,  the  black  Princess  came  and  wept  over  the  Prince ; 
and  -when  her  tears  fell  on  him,  pain  and  bruise  left  him,  and  he  was  as  whole  as  ever. 
When  he  looked  he  saw  that  the  black  Princess's  feet  were  as  white  as  silver. 

The  next  night  the  troll  came  again,  and  with  him  two  others.  "  Black  cats  and 
spotted  toads !"  bellowed  he,  "  are  you  here  again  ?"  Then  he  caught  the  Prince  by  the 
hair  and  dragged  him  out  into  the  middle  of  the  floor,  and  all  three  of  the  trolls  fell 
upon  the  Prince  and  beat  him  with  clubs,  as  though  he  had  been  a  sack  of  barley- flour. 
But  the  Prince  bore  this  too  without  a  word.  At  last  the  morning  came,  and  they  had 
to  give  over  beating  him.  "  We  shall  see  if  you  will  come  again,"  said  the  troll  of  the 
house. 

After  the  trolls  had  gone,  the  black  Princess  came  and  wept  over  the  Prince  as  she 
had  done  before,  and  when  her  tears  fell  on  him  he  was  made  whole  again.  And  now 
the  hands  of  the  black  Princess  were  as  white  as  silver. 


The  third  night  the  troll  of  the  house  came,  and  brought  with  him  six  others.  Then 
the  same  thing  happened  as  before,  and  they  beat  the  Prince  with  great  cudgels  as  thick 
as  my  thumb.  At  last  the  morning  came,  and  they  went  away  bellowing  and  howling, 
for  their  enchantment  had  gone.  As  for  the  Prince,  he  lay  upon  the  floor  more  dead 
than  alive,  for  he  could  neither  see  nor  hear  anything  that  happened  about  him. 

Then  the  Princess  came  for  the  third  time  and  wept  over  him,  and  he  was  whole 
and  sound  again.  As  for  the  Princess,  she  stood  before  him,  and  now  her  brow  was  as 
white  as  milk,  and  her  cheeks  were  as  red  as  blood,  and  her  eyes  were  as  blue  as  the 
skies,  and  her  hair  was  like  spun  gold.  But  the  beautiful  Princess  had  little  or  nothing 
upon  her,  so  the  Prince  wrapped  her  in  a  ram's  skin  that  was  in  the  troll's  house.  Then 


THE    BIRD   IN    THE    LINDEN    TREE. 


95 


he  turned  his  toes  the  way  he  had  come,  and  started  away  for  home,  taking  her  along 
with  him. 

So  they  went  along  and  along  till  they  had  come  so  near  to  the  King's  house  that 
they  could  see  the  high  roofs  and  the  weathercocks  over  the  crest  of  the  next  hill. 
There  the  Prince  bade  the  Princess  to  wait  for  him  till  he  went  home  and  brought 
her  a  dress  of  real  silver  and  gold,  such  as  was  fitting  for  her  to  wear.  Then  he 
left  her,  and  the  Princess  sat  down  beside  the  roadside  to  wait  until  he  should  come 
again. 

Now  as  the  Princess  sat  there,  there  came  along  the  old  goose-herd  of  the  palace,  and 
with  her  came  her  daughter;  for  they  were  driving  the  royal  geese  home  again  from 
where  they  had  been  eating  grass.  When  they  saw  the  beautiful  Princess,  clad  in  her 
ram's  hide,  they  stared  as  though  they  would  never  shut  their  eyes  again.  Then  they 
wanted  to  know  all  about  her — who  she  was,  and  where  she  came  from,  and  what  she  sat 
there  for.  So  the  Princess  told  them  all  that  they  wanted  to  know,  and  that  she  waited 


there  for  the  Prince  to  come  with  a  dress  all  of  silver  and  gold,  which  would  suit  her 
better  than  the  old  ram's  hide  which  she  wore. 

Then  the  old  goose-woman  thought  that  it  would  be  a  fine  thing  to  have  her  daughter 
in  the  Princess's  place,  so  that  she  might  have  the  dress  of  real  silver  and  gold,  and 
marry  the  Prince.  So  the  goose-herd's  daughter  held  the  Princess,  and  the  old  goose- 
herd  stripped  the  ram's  hide  off  from  her. 

No  sooner  had  they  done  this  than  the  Princess  was  changed  into  a  beautiful  golden 
bird,  and  flew  away  over  hill  and  over  valley.  Then  the  goose-herd's  daughter  clad  herself 
in  the  ram's  hide,  and  sat  down  in  the  Princess's  place. 

"  Yes,  my  pretty  little  bird,"  said  the  old  goose-herd,  "  thou  wilt  make  a  fine  Princess !" 
But,  prut!  she  was  no  more  like  a  Princess  than  I  am,  for  she  was  squat,  and  round- 
shouldered,  and  had  hair  of  the  color  of  tow. 

Then  the  old  goose -herd  drove  her  geese  away,  and  the  goose -girl  waited  for  the 
coming  of  the  Prince. 


96 


PEPPER   AND    SALT. 


Sure  enough,  after  a  while  the  Prince  came  with  a  fine  dress,  all  of  real  silver  and 
gold;  but  when  he  saw  the  goose-girl  he  beat  his  head  with  his  knuckles,  for  he  thought 
that  it  was  the  Princess,  and  that  she  was  enchanted  again. 

Why  did  he  not  look  through  the  ring  of  his  magic  key? 

Perhaps  for  this,  perhaps  for  that — one  cannot  be  always  wise. 

Then  the  Prince  dressed  the  goose -girl  in  the  fine  dress  of  gold  and  silver,  and 
took  her  home  with  him.  Hui !  how  everybody  stared  and  laughed  when  they  saw 
what  kind  of  a  Princess  it  was  that  the  Prince  brought  home  with  him !  As  for  the 
poor  old  King,  he  rubbed  his  spectacles  and  looked  and  looked,  for  he  thought  that  this 
was  a  strange  sort  of  a  wife  for  the  Prince  to  make  such  a  buzz  about.  However,  he 
said  nothing,  for  he  thought  to  himself  that  perhaps  she  would  grow  prettier  by-and-by. 

So  orders  were  given  for  a  grand  wedding   on  Thursday,  and  the  old   King   asked 


all  of  the  neighbors  to  come,  and  even  those  who  lived  at  a  distance,  for  this  was  to 
be  a  very  grand  wedding  indeed. 

But  the  old  goose-herd  told  her  daughter  to  mix  a  sleeping  powder  with  the  Prince's 
wine  at  supper,  for,  if  the  real  Princess  were  to  come  at  all,  she  would  come  that  night. 
So  the  goose-girl  did  as  she  was  told,  and  the  Prince  drank  the  sleeping  powder  with 
his  wine,  and  knew  nothing  of  it. 

That  night  the  golden  bird  came  flying,  and  sat  in  the  linden  tree  just  outside  of 
the  Prince's  chamber  window.  Then  she  clapped  her  wings  and  sang : 


THE   BIRD   IN    THE   LINDEN    TREE.  97 

"I  wept  over  you  once, 
I  wept  over  you  twice, 
I  wept  over  you  three  times. 
In  the  ram's  skin  I  waited, 
And  out  of  the  ram's  skin   I   flew. 

Why  are  you  sleeping, 

Life  of  my  life?" 

But  the  Prince  slept  as  sound  as  a  dormouse,  and  when  the  dawn  came  and  the  cocks 
crew  the  golden  bird  was  forced  to  fly  away. 

The  next  night  the  false  Princess  did  as  she  had  done  before,  and  mixed  a  sleeping 
powder  with  the  Prince's  cup  of  wine. 

That  night  the  golden  bird  came  again,  and  perched  in  the  linden  tree  outside  of 
the  Prince's  window,  and  sang: 

"I  wept  over  you  once, 
I  wept  over  you  twice, 
I  wept  over  you  three  times. 
In  the  ram's  skin   I  waited, 
And  out  of  the  ram's  skin  I  flew. 

Why  are  you  sleeping, 

Life  of  my  life  ?" 

But  once  more  the  Prince  slept  through  it  all,  and  when  morning  had  come  the  golden 
bird  was  forced  to  fly  away. 


i     Phe-Old«  King -Rejoices.  at-His -Ne 


Now  it  chanced  that  that  night  some  of  the  folk  of  the  King's  household  heard  the 
bird  singing,  and  they  told  the  Prince  all  about  it.  So  when  the  third  night  came,  and 
the  false  Princess  gave  the  Prince  the  cup  of  wine  with  the  sleeping  powder  in  it,  he 
threw  the  wine  over  his  shoulder,  and  never  touched  so  much  as  a  drop  of  it. 

That  night  the  bird  came  for  the  third  time,  and  sang  as  it  had  done  before. 

But  this  time  the  Prince  was  not  sleeping.  He  jumped  out  of  his  bed  and  ran  to  the 
window,  and  there  he  saw  the  bird,  and  its  feathers  shone  like  fire  because  they  were  of 
pure  gold.  Then  he  got  his  magic  key  and  looked  through  the  ring  of  it,  and  whom 
should  he  see  but  his  own  Princess  sitting  in  the  linden  tree. 


9&  PEPPER   AND   SALT. 

Then  the  Prince  called  to  her,  "  What  shall  I  do  to  set  you  free  from  this  enchant 
ment?" 

"  Throw  your  knife  over  me,"  said  the  Princess. 

No  sooner  said  than  done.  The  Prince  threw  his  knife  over  her,  and  there  she  stood 
in  her  own  true  shape.  Then  the  Prince  took  her  to  the  King,  and  when  the  King  saw 
how  pretty  she  was,  he  skipped  and  danced  till  his  slippers  flew  about  his  ears. 

The  next  morning  the  old  King  went  to  the  false  Princess,  and  said,  "  What  should 
be  done  to  one  who  would  do  thus  and  so?" 

To  this  the  false  Princess  answered,  as  bold  as  brass,  "  Such  a  one  should  be  thrown 
into  a  pit  full  of  toads  and  snakes." 

"  You  have  spoken  for  yourself,"  said  the  King ;  and  he  would  have  done  just  so  to 
her  had  not  the  true  Princess  begged  for  her  so  that  she  was  sent  back  again  to  tend 
the  geese,  for  that  was  what  she  was  fit  for. 

Then  they  had  the  grandest  wedding  that  ever  was  seen  in  all  of  the  world.  Every- 
body was  asked,  and  there  was  enough  for  all  to  eat  as  much  as  they  chose,  and  to 
take  a  little  something  home  to  the  children  beside.  If  I  had  been  there  I  would  have 
brought  you  something. 


What  is  the  meaning  of  all  this  ? 

Listen,  I  will  tell  you  something. 

Once  there  was  a  man,  and  he  winnowed  a  whole  peck  of  chaff,  and  got  only  three 
good  solid  grains  from  it,  and  yet  he  was  glad  to  have  so  much. 

Would  you  winnow  a  whole  peck  of  chaff  for  only  three  good  grains  ?  No  ?  Then 
you  will  never  know  all  that  is  meant  by  this  story. 


Story  of  a  Blue 

China  Plate 


p. 


iLV 


•PLATE 


There  was  a  C°chin  Chinaman  , 
\Vhosc  name  it  was  Ah-  Lee/, 
j.  \nd  the  fame  wa$  juft  as  fine  a  man 
As  you  could  wiflh.  tptee , 
For  hewa$  rich  and  flrong, 
And  hi*  queuewa?  extra  long, 

And  he  1  i  ved  on  vice  and  filh  and  chiccory 

-^«4i 

^ 

Which  ne had alovoly  daughter,    .= 

And  hernarriewas/lai-Ri-An, 
And  the  youfhful  NVang  \^ho  sought  he/r 
Hand  v^aj  but  -a  poor  y°ung  man.) 
So  her  haughty  Yafher  faid-^ 
fha!  1  never,  never  wed 


Such  apauper  as  this  pennileft  young. man) 

S°fhe  daughter  and  herlovor, 

They  eloped  onefummer  day, 
\Vhich  Ah-Lee  he  did  difcover, 
And  purfued  without  delay; 
But  fhe  G°ddef$  L°°,I*ve  heard 
Changed  each  lover  to  a>bird  , 
And  from tKe bad  Ah-Lee  they  fle/w 

Ah  me!  Ah-Lee  5  -the  chance^*,, 

That\ve  allof  u$  nnay  know 
Of  unpleafant  circumfteince? 
We>j^ould  like  to  flay,  but  oh! 
The  inevitable  ihings 
Wii  1  take  u  nt o  them  wi  ng $ , 
And  wil  1  fly  where  ^wemay  never  hope  to 
I  would  further  like  to  ftate, 
That  fhe  tale/ which  L  relate , 
YOU  can  tco  °nanypLato 
That'wairna.dc  in CocKin\China^ years  ago. 


.*"   ^i:..: 
c*ff«»*«     .    .    ,»\ 


1  here-  wa*  an  old  woman,as  I've/  heard  fny, 

Who  owned  butafingle/goo£b. 
Andfhe  dame  lived  over  towardTruxtonway, 

Andihe  animal  ran.  at  loofc  . 
It  cackled  up  and  it  cackled  down, 
DfHurblng  fhe  peace  of  all  fhc  town; 
Gentle  and  fimple,  .Knight  and  olowru 
Fpomfrie  dawn  IP  ff^  clofe  o 


Lived  overtoxrard  TVuxt«>nlwayf7 
Who  owned  ft  goat-wi^na  (haggy  black  coat, 

Ai  Pve,  heard  fhc  neighbours  fay. 
Audit  was  the  fearofon&andall*, 
Butting  fh&great,and  butting  thermall,- 
NO  matter  whom,-  who  happena&tofall 
fhis  evil  goa.t* 


i  aid  fhe  fir(t<»ld  woman  jUThlv  u 
Should  never  ihu>  run  at  [c 


And  0*  It  happened  when,  tfer  fhat-ihey 
Would  meet  each  ofher  upon  fhe  way 
They*d  bicker  and  hidter  fhe  livelong  day 
In  the  key<?fafco]dfngnote. 


D 


ut 


nelghbourf,  great  stndfm^.11  , 
of  bofh  wltKgrievouJ  tone, 
Jga-fiter  friat  we 
fault* 


H.PYLE'.' 


verconfidence 


OVERCONFIDENC  E. : 


peacock  sat  »ny  ®  garden  wall 
(.See  picture  here  t°  ye  right  )5  1 

Andye^>lkcame  crowding-  great  and  final  1- 


For  it  chance  J  fhat  none  h*vy°  town  at  all 

Had  ever  {cen  fuch  af 

Ifyou^d  have  been fhore  perhaps  you'd  haven 
Y^fol  k  talkfhus,  as  fhey  looked  atye  bird, ; : 

"  O  crickety!  -  Lawl-     ,J 

0  jirnmeny  rnel- 

1  never  yet  $awl- 
\Vho  ever  did  see 

Such  abeautiful  sight  infheworld  before, 
Since  ye  animals  rr\arched./romycoldark  d 

O!Lookatyefpots 

Inhistail!  Andy0 lots 
Of  green  and  of  blue  in  his  beautifu  living 
I'd  give  a  new  Shilling  to  know  if  he  ilngs ! ;J 


Yc  peacock  fays  ?"  Surely,  fhey  Ml  greatly.rejol 
Tb  hear  but  a  touch  of  my  delicate  voice, 


""O  dear!  ©dear!- 
Ofloplt!-Odo(- 
We  ne^ver  did  K^       , 
Jmch  a  hullaballooT.  -rj 


ife  -rJ\atye  carpenters 

%/  *  ""^t^ytr"" 

Whenfhcy  fharpenihelriaW5l-Now,for  clvarify  '} 

Give  overihis  fqualling  t 

And  caterrr\awaUin 

Cried  all  yc  good  people  who  chanced  to  be  near? 
Each  fhrurt  ing  a  finger-tip  into  each  ear. 

Y°U  fee  ycpoor  dunce  had  attempted  tofhine 
fhafwas  out  °f  his  natural  line 


THE  APPLE  OF  CONTENTMENT 

Story  concerning  a  certain  thing 
which  we  would  all ' 
like  to  have 

.     .-.•'•     V        :      -   - 1 


he-Apple>-°f-  Contentment  :• 


T 


kHERE  was  a  woman  once,  and  she  had  three  daughters. 
The  first  daughter  squinted  with  both  eyes,  yet  the 
woman  loved  her  as  she  loved  salt,  for  she  herself  squinted  with  both  eyes.  The  sec- 
ond  daughter  had  one  shoulder  higher  than  the  other,  and  eyebrows  as  black  as  soot  in 
the  chimney,  yet  the  woman  loved  her  as  well  as  she  loved  the  other,  for  she  herself 
had  black  eyebrows  and  one  shoulder  higher  than  the  other.  The  youngest  daughter 
was  as  pretty  as  a  ripe  apple,  and  had  hair  as  fine  as  silk  and  the  color  of  pure 
gold,  but  the  woman  loved  her  not  at  all,  for,  as  I  have  said,  she  herself  was  neither 
pretty,  nor  had  she  hair  of  the  color  of  pure  gold.  Why  all  this  was  so,  even  Hans 
Pfifendrummel  cannot  tell,  though  he  has  read  many  books  and  one  over. 

The  first  sister  and  the  second  sister  dressed  in  their  Sunday  clothes  every  day,  and 
sat  in  the  sun  doing  nothing,  just  as  though  they  had  been  born  ladies,  both  of  them. 

As  for  Christine  — that  was  the  name  of  the  youngest  girl  —  as  for  Christine,  she 
dressed  in  nothing  but  rags,  and  had  to  drive  the  geese  to  the  hills  in  the  morning  and 
home  again  in  the  evening,  so  that  they  might  feed  on  the  young  grass  all  day  and 
grow  fat. 

The  first  sister  and  the  second  sister  had  white  bread  (and  butter  beside)  and  as 
much  fresh  milk  as  they  could  drink;  but  Christine  had  to  eat  cheese -parings  and  bread- 
crusts,  and  had  hardly  enough  of  them  to  keep  Goodman  Hunger  from  whispering  in 
her  ear. 

This  was  how  the  churn  clacked  in  that  house ! 

Well,  one  morning  Christine  started  off  to  the  hills  with  her  flock  of  geese,  and  in 
her  hands  she  carried  her  knitting,  at  which  she  worked  to  save  time.  So  she  went  along 
the  dusty  road  until,  by-and-by,  she  came  to  a  place  where  a  bridge  crossed  the  brook,  and 
what  should  she  see  there  but  a  little  red  cap,  with  a  silver  bell  at  the  point  of  it,  hang- 


io8 


PEPPER    AND    SALT. 


ing  from  the  alder  branch.  It  was  such  a  nice,  pretty  little  red  cap  that  Christine 
thought  that  she  would  take  it  home  with  her,  for  she  had  never  seen  the  like  of  it  in 
all  of  her  life  before. 

So  she  put  it  in  her  pocket,  and  then  off  she  went  with  her  geese  again.  But  she 
had  hardly  gone  two -score  of  paces  when  she  heard  a  voice  calling  her,  "Christine! 
Christine !" 

She  looked,  and  who  should  she  see  but  a  queer  little  gray  man,  with  a  great  head 
as  big  as  a  cabbage  and  little  legs  as  thin  as  young  radishes. 

"  What  do  you  want  ?"  said  Christine,  when  the  little  man  had  come  to  where  she  was. 

Oh,  th^  little  man  only  wanted  his  cap  again,  for  without  it  he  could  not  go  back 
home  into  the  hill — that  was  where  he  belonged. 


The  little  man  asks  for  his  cap  • 


But  how  did  the  cap  come  to  be  hanging  from  the  bush  ?  Yes,  Christine  would  like 
to  know  that  before  she  gave  it  back  again. 

Well,  the  little  hill -man  was  fishing  by  the  brook  over  yonder  when  a  puff  of  wind 
blew  his  cap  into  the  water,  and  he  just  hung  it  up  to  dry.  That  was  all  that  there  was 
about  it ;  and  now  would  Christine  please  give  it  to  him  ? 

Christine  did  not  know  how  about  that ;  perhaps  she  would  and  perhaps  she  would 
not.  It  was  a  nice,  pretty  little  cap;  what  would  the  little  underground  man  give  her 
for  it?  that  was  the  question. 

Oh,  the  little  man  would  give  her  five  thalers  for  it,  and  gladly. 

No;  five  thalers  was  not  enough  for  such  a  pretty  little  cap — see,  there  was  a  silver 
bell  hanging  to  it  too. 


THE    APPLE    OF   CONTENTMENT. 


109 


Well,  the  little  man  did  not  want  to  be  hard  at  a  bargain ;  he  would  give  her  a  hun- 
dred thalers  for  it. 

No ;  Christine  did  not  care  for  money.  What  else  would  he  give  for  this  nice,  dear 
little  cap  ? 

"See,  Christine,"  said  the  little  man,  "  I  will  give  you  this  for  the  cap;"  and  he  showed 
her  something  in  his  hand  that  looked  just  like  a  bean,  only  it  was  as  black  as  a  lump 
of  coal. 

"  Yes,  good  ;  but  what  is  that  ?"  said  Christine. 

"That,"  said  the  little  man,  "is  a  seed  from  the  apple  of  contentment.  Plant  it,  and 
from  it  will  grow  a  tree,  and  from  the  tree  an  apple.  Everybody  in  the  world  that  sees 
the  apple  will  long  for  it,  but  nobody  in  the  world  can  pluck  it  but  you.  It  will  always 
be  meat  and  drink  to  you  when  you  are  hungry,  and  warm  clothe?  to  your  back  when 
you  are  cold.  Moreover,  as  soon  as  you  pluck  it  from  the  tree,  another  as  good  will 
grow  in  its  place.  Now,  will  you  give  me  my  hat?" 


Oh  yes;  Christine  would  give  the  little  man  his  cap  for  such  a  seed  as  that,  and 
gladly  enough.  So  the  little  man  gave  Christine  the  seed,  and  Christine  gave  the  little 
man  his  cap  again.  He  put  the  cap  on  his  head,  and  —  puff!  — away  he  was  gone,  as 
suddenly  as  the  light  of  a  candle  when  you  blow  it  out. 

So  Christine  took  the  seed  home  with  her,  and  planted  it  before  the  window  of  her 
room.  The  next  morning  when  she  looked  out  of  the  window  she  beheld  a  beautiful 
tree,  and  on  the  tree  hung  an  apple  that  shone  in  the  sun  as  though  it  were  pure  gold. 
Then  she  went  to  the  tree  and  plucked  the  apple  as  easily  as  though  it  were  a  goose- 
berry, and  as  soon'  as  she  had  plucked  it  another  as  good  grew  in  its  place.  Being 
hungry  she  ate  it,  and  thought  that  she  had  never  eaten  anything  as  good,  for  it  tasted 
like  pancake  with  honey  and  milk. 

By-and-by  the  oldest  sister  came  out  of  the  house  and  looked  around,  but  when  she 
saw  the  beautiful  tree  with  the  golden  apple  hanging  from  it  you  can  guess  how  she  stared. 


no 


PEPPER   AND    SALT. 


Presently  she  began  to  long  and  long  for  the  apple  as  she  had  never  longed  for  any- 
thing in  her  life.  "  I  will  just  pluck  it,"  said  she,  "  and  no  one  will  be  the  wiser  for  it." 
But  that  was  easier  said  than  done.  She  reached  and  reached,  but  she  might  as  well 
have  reached  for  the  moon ;  she  climbed  and  climbed,  but  she  might  as  well  have  climbed 
for  the  sun — for  either  one  would  have  been  as  easy  to  get  as  that  which  she  wanted. 
At  last  she  had  to  give  up  trying  for  it,  and  her  temper  was  none  the  sweeter  for  that, 
you  may  be  sure. 

After  a  while  came  the  second  sister,  and  when  she  saw  the  golden  apple  she  wanted 
it  just  as  much  as  the  first  had  done.  But  to  want  and  to  get  are  very  different  things, 
as  she  soon  found,  for  she  was  no  more  able  to  get  it  than  the  other  had  been. 

Last  of  all  came  the  mother,  and  she  also  strove  to  pluck  the  apple.  But  it  was  no 
use.  She  had  no  more  luck  of  her  trying  than  her  daughters ;  all  that  the  three  could  do 
was  to  stand  under  the  tree  and  look  at  the  apple,  and  wish  for  it  and  wish  for  it. 

They  are  not  the  only  ones  who  have  done  the  like,  with  the  apple  of  contentment 
hanging  just  above  them. 


As  for  Christine,  she  had  nothing  to  do  but  to  pluck  an  apple  whenever  she  wanted 
it.  Was  she  hungry?  there  was  the  apple  hanging  in  the  tree  for  her.  Was  she 
thirsty  ?  there  was  the  apple.  Cold  ?  there  was  the  apple.  So  you  see,  she  was  the 
happiest  girl  bewixt  all  the  seven  hills  that  stand  at  the  ends  of  the  earth ;  for  nobody  in 
the  world  can  have  more  than  contentment,  and  that  was  what  the  apple  brought  her. 


II. 

One  day  a  king  came  riding  along  the  road,  and  all  of  his  people  with  him.  He 
looked  up  and  saw  the  apple  hanging  in  the  tree,  and  a  great  desire  came  upon  him  to 
have  a  taste  of  it.  So  he  called  one  of  the  servants  to  him,  and  told  him  to  go  and  ask 
whether  it  could  be  bought  for  a  potful  of  gold. 


THE   APPLE    OF   CONTENTMENT, 


III 


So  the  servant  went  to  the  house,  and  knocked  on  the  door — rap !  tap !  tap ! 

"What  do  you  want?"  said  the  mother  of  the  three  sisters,  coming  to  the  door. 

Oh,  nothing  much ;  only  a  king  was  out  there  in  the  road,  and  wanted  to  know  if  she 
would  sell  the  apple  yonder  for  a  potful  of  gold. 

Yes,  the  woman  would  do  that.  Just  pay  her  the  pot  of  gold  and  he  might  go  and 
pluck  it  and  welcome. 

So  the  servant  gave  her  the  pot  of  gold,  and  then  he  tried  to  pluck  the  apple.  First 
he  reached  for  it,  and  then  he  climbed  for  it,  and  then  he  shook  the  limb. 

But  it  was  no  use  for  him  to  try ;  he  could  no  more  get  it — well — than  /  could  if  I 
had  been  in  his  place. 

At  last  the  servant  had  to  go  back  to  the  King.     The  apple  was  there,  he  said,  and 
the  woman  had  sold  it,  but  try  and  try  as  he  would 
he  could  no  more  get  it  than  he  could  get  the  little 
stars  in  the  sky. 

Then  the  King  told  the  steward  to  go  and  get 
it  for  him  ;    but  the   steward,  though  he  was  a  tall 
man  and   a   strong   man,  could   no   more   pluck   the 
apple  than  the  servant. 

So  he  had  to  go  back  to  the  King  with  an  empty 
fist.     No ;  he  could  not  gather  it  either. 

Then  the   King  himself  went.      He   knew  that  he 
could  pluck  it  —  of  course  he  could!     Well,  he  tried 
and  tried;    but  nothing  came   of  his   trying,  and   he 
had   to   ride   away   at   last  without   having   had   so 
much  as  a  smell  of  the  apple. 

After   the    King   came    home,  he    talked    and 
dreamed  and  thought  of  nothing  but  the  apple; 
for  the  more  he  could  not  get  it  the  more  he 
wanted  it — that  is  the  way  we  are  made  in  this 
world.      At  last  he  grew  melancholy  and  sick 
for  want  of  that  which  he  could  not  get.      Then 
he  sent  for  one  who  was   so  wise  that  he  had 
more  in  his  head  than  ten  men  together.      This 
wise  man   told   him  that  the   only  one  who  could 
pluck  the  fruit  of  contentment  for  him  was  the  one 
to   whom   the   tree   belonged.      This   was    one   of   the 
daughters  of  the  woman  who  had  sold  the  apple  to  him 
for  the  pot  of  gold. 

When  the  King  heard  this  he  was  very  glad ;  he  had  his  horse  saddled,  and  he 
and  his  court  rode  away,  and  so  came  at  last  to  the  cottage  where  Christine  lived. 
There  they  found  the  mother  and  the  elder  sisters,  for  Christine  was  away  on  the  hills 
with  her  geese. 

The  King  took  off  his  hat  and  made  a  fine  bow. 

The  wise  man  at  home  had  told  him  this  and  that ;  now  to  which  one  of  her  daugh- 
ters did  the  apple-tree  belong?  so  said  the  King. 

"  Oh,  it  is  my  oldest  daughter  who  owns  the  tree,"  said  the  woman. 


112 


PEPPER    AND    SALT. 


So,  good !  Then  if  the  oldest  daughter  would  pluck  the  apple  for  him  he  would 
take  her  home  and  marry  her  and  make  a  queen  of  her.  Only  let  her  get  it  for  him 
without  delay. 

Prut!  that  would  never  do.  What!  was  the  girl  to  climb  the  apple-tree  before 
the  King  and  all  of  the  court  ?  No !  no !  Let  the  King  go  home,  and  she  would  bring 
the  apple  to  him  all  in  good  time ;  that  was  what  the  woman  said. 

Well,  the  King  would  do  that,  only  let  her  make  haste,  for  he  wanted  it  very  much 
indeed. 

As  soon  as  the  King  had  gone,  the  woman  and  her  daughters  sent  for  the  goose-girl 

to  the  hills.     Then  they  told  her  that  the  King 

wanted    the    apple    yonder,   and 

that  she  must  pluck 


it  for  her  sister  to   take   to   him ;  if  she  did   not  do  as  they  said  they  would  throw  her. 
into  the  well.      So  Christine  had  to  pluck   the  fruit;   and  as  soon   as  she  had  done  so 
the   oldest  sister  wrapped  it  up  in  a  napkin  and  set  off  with  it  to  the   King's  house,  as 
pleased  as  pleased  could  be.     Rap !  tap !  tap !  she  knocked  at  the  door.     Had  she  brought 
the  apple  for  the  King? 

Oh  yes ;  she  had  brought  it.     Here  it  was,  all  wrapped  up  in  a  fine  napkin. 

After  that  they  did  not  let  her  stand  outside  the  door  till  her  toes  were  cold,  I  can  tell 
you.  As  soon  as  she  had  come  to  the  King  she  opened  her  napkin.  Believe  me  or 
not  as  you  please,  all  the  same,  I  tell  you  that  there  was  nothing  in  the  napkin  but  a  hard 


THE   APPLE    OF  CONTENTMENT.  113 

round  stone.  When  the  King  saw  only  a  stone  he  was  so  angry  that  he  stamped  like 
a  rabbit  and  told  them  to  put  the  girl  out  of  the  house.  So  they  did,  and  she  went  home 
with  a  flea  in  her  ear,  I  can  tell  you. 

Then  the  King  sent  his  steward  to  the  house  where  Christine  and  her  sisters  lived. 

He  told  the  woman  that  he  had  come  to  find  whether  she  had  any  other  daughters. 

Yes ;  the  woman  had  another  daughter,  and,  to  tell  the  truth,  it  was  she  who  owned 
the  tree.  Just  let  the  steward  go  home  again  and  the  girl  would  fetch  the  apple  in  a 
little  while. 

As  soon  as  the  steward  had  gone,  they  sent  to  the  hills  for  Christine  again.  Look ! 
she  must  pluck  the  apple  for  the  second  sister  to  take  to  the  King;  if  she  did  not  do 
that  they  would  throw  her  into  the  well. 


and-Chrl«fne--i 


So  Christine  had  to  pluck  it,  and  gave  it  to  the  second  sister,  who  wrapped  it  up  in 
a  napkin  and  set  off  for  the  King's  house.  But  she  fared  no  better  than  the  other,  for, 
when  she  opened  the  napkin,  there  was  nothing  in  it  but  a  lump  of  mud.  So  they 
packed  her  home  again  with  her  apron  to  her  eyes. 

After  a  while  the  King's  steward  came  to  the  house  again.  Had  the  woman  no 
other  daughter  than  these  two  ? 

Well,  yes ;  there  was  one,  but  she  was  a  poor  ragged  thing,  of  no  account,  and  fit 
for  nothing  in  the  world  but  to  tend  the  geese. 


114  PEPPER   AND   SALT. 

Where  was  she? 

Oh,  she  was  up  on  the  hills  now  tending  her  flock. 

But  could  the  steward  see  her? 

Yes,  he  might  see  her,  but  she  was  nothing  but  a  poor  simpleton. 

That  was  all  very  good,  but  the  steward  would  like  to  see  her,  for  that  was  what 
the  King  had  sent  him  there  for. 

So  there  was  nothing  to  do  but  to  send  to  the  hills  for  Christine. 

After  a  while  she  came,  and  the  steward  asked  her  if  she  could  pluck  the  apple 
yonder  for  the  King. 

Yes;  Christine  could  do  that  easily  enough.  So  she  reached  and  picked  it  as  though 
it  had  been  nothing  but  a  gooseberry  on  the  bush.  Then  the  steward  took  off  his  hat 
and  made  her  a  low  bow  in  spite  of  her  ragged  dress,  for  he  saw  that  she  was  the  one 
for  whom  they  had  been  looking  all  this  time. 

So  Christine  slipped  the  golden  apple  into  her  pocket,  and  then  she  and  the  steward 
set  off  to  the  King's  house  together. 


When  they  had  come  there  everybody  began  to  titter  and  laugh  behind  the  palms 
of  their  hands  to  see  what  a  poor  ragged  goose-girl  the  steward  had  brought  home  with 
him.  But  for  that  the  steward  cared  not  a  rap. 

"  Have  you  brought  the  apple  ?"  said  the  King,  as  soon  as  Christine  had  come 
before  him. 

Yes ;  here  it  was ;  and  Christine  thrust  her  hand  into  her  pocket  and  brought  it 
forth.  Then  the  King  took  a  great  bite  of  it,  and  as  soon  as  he  had  done  so  he  looked 
at  Christine  and  thought  that  he  had  never  seen  such  a  pretty  girl.  As  for  her  rags, 
he  minded  them  no  more  than  one  minds  the  spots  on  a  cherry;  that  was  because 
he  had  eaten  of  the  apple  of  contentment. 

And  were  they  married  ?  Of  course  they  were !  and  a  grand  wedding  it  was,  I  can 
tell  you.  It  is  a  pity  that  you  were  not  there ;  but  though  you  were  not,  Christine's 


THE   APPLE    OF    CONTENTMENT.  115 

mother   and   sisters   were,  and,  what   is   more,  they   danced   with   the    others,  though    I 
believe  they  would  rather  have  danced  upon  pins  and  needles. 

"  Never  mind,"  said  they ;  "  we  still  have  the  apple  of  contentment  at  home,  though 
we  cannot  taste  of  it."  But  no;  they  had  nothing  of  the  kind.  The  next  morning  it 
stood  before  the  young  Queen  Christine's  window,  just  as  it  had  at  her  old  home,  for  it 
belonged  to  her  and  to  no  one  else  in  all  of  the  world.  That  was  lucky  for  the  King, 
for  he  needed  a  taste  of  it  now  and  then  as  much  as  anybody  else,  and  no  one  could 
pluck  it  for  him  but  Christine. 


Now,  that  is  all  of  this  story.      What  does  it  mean  ?      Can  you  not 
see  ?      Prut !  rub  your  spectacles  and  look  again ! 


be  Force  of  Need 


ife  *  ^^%M|^Sl5? 

V&         ''*fe£p-"-   -      2§3&.  ^   v    .ip.J 


' 


->/  ^#'J  / 


p 

oy,  Robin!  ho, Robin! 

Ringing  on  the  tree , 
I  will  give/  you  white  broad 

If  you  will  come  to  mo." 

j^t 

"Oh!  the  little  breeze  is  finging 
TO  the  nodding  dailies  white 
And  fhe/tendergrafs  is  fpringing, 

And  fhe/  ^un  is  warm  and  bright; 
And  my  little  mate  is  waiting 

In  fho budding  hedge  forme/; 
$o,on  fhe  who[e,Pll  n°t  accept 

YQUP  kindly  courtefy." 


Hey,  Robin!  ho,  Robin! 

NOW  fhe  north  wind  j  blow; 
\Vherefore  do  you  come  here 

In  fho  ice  and  jnow  ?  " 

"  The  wind  ij  raw,  fhe  flowers  are  dead 
The  fpofl  15  on  fhe  fhopn  , 
il  gladly  take  a  crust  °f  bread, 
And  come  who  re  it  is  warm-" 

Oh,Children!  little  Children! 

H  weyou  ever  chanced  to  fee 
One  beg  fop  crust 

In  bright  profperity? 


. 


Disappointment 


A   Disappointment^ 


v i i ' / ' """iTi77rii\\i//i'j/r//\iv^TTTF^^\  V  u\  v '  1 1  \  i  H  «  ^ * 
prifhee,tell  meVhrey°u  live?     \  X\ 
Oh  Maid, -jo  sweet  and  rare!"       \\    v,          %& 

She  '.>/  J/*7 

J  am  ye  miIle/5  daughter,  *ir$ 
And  live  ju5t  oyer  {hre" 

J7a 

Of  all  y6yv\aidj  lever  saw, 
YOU  are  beyond  compare." 
She 


Y°  ur  w°rdj  arc  very  fair" 


If  I  might  only  dare/' 

She 

ouTnay  ask  me  whf  you  please, 
anyfhing'Icare  .*' 


f 

Then  will  you  marry  me?  For  we 
WTW  make  a  g°°dJy  pair/1 

JAe 
"Ifhankyou  5ir-,your  offer, it 

Is  mojt  extremely  rare, 
ut  as  I  am  already  wed , 
•••*  Youcr  late,jiT»,foj»  ye  Fair*1 


t  fhs  ye  Bachelor  walked 
nd  talked  to him5eJf  of  fhf  Lajj  50  gay- 
Hep  hair  15  very  decidedly  red) 

And  hep  cyej  have  somewhat  °f  acajt  /nherheadj ' 
^  And  her  feet  are  large  •,  and  her  hand  5  are  coaLr5e-, 
)    And,vi7ifKout  I'm  mistaken,  her  voice  15  hoa.ne  . 
\  cTi5  a  bargain  of  whchl  am  very  we)/  rid; 
1  am  glad, on  y6  whole  ,  I  e;capod  a/ 1  did  . ' 


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sad  story  concerning  one 
innocent  little  Lamb  and 
four  wicked  Solves 


,"\/e- fad  flory  concerning  one 
'••~  innocent  little  Lamb  ~JJj^ 

wvJC, 

and  four  wicked  ^Wolves  \ 


little  lamb  was  gamboling, 

Upon  apleafant  day, 
And  four  grey  wolves  came  fhamjjnng 
And  flopped  to  fee  it  play 

In  the  sun* 

S  aid  the  lamb "  Perhaps  I  may 
Charm  fhefe  creature*  with  my  Dla1 
And  they  41 1  1  et  me  g°  away 
When  LVe  done." 


The  wol ves ,  fhey  sat  aflniling  at 
The  playful  fhrn$  ,to  fee 
exceedingly  beguiling  that 
It 5  pretty  play  could  be. 

See  It  hop! 

But  its  ft rengfh  began  to  wane,' 
Though  it  gamboled  on  in 
Till  it  finally  wa 
For  to  flop. 


Oh!  then  there  was  a  munc  hi  ng , 

Of  that  tender  little  thing, 
And  a  crunching  and  a  (crunching. 
A3  you'ld  munch  a  chicken  wing 

No  avail 

Was  its  cunning, merry  play 
For  fh0  only  fhing ,  they  fay, 
That  was  left  of  it  that  day , 

Wa$  it* tail. 

So  with  me  -,  when  I  am  done, 
And  the  critics  have  begun, 
All  they'll  leave  me  ormy  fun 
'LI  be  the  tale. 


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